<?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-15478887</id><updated>2012-01-09T23:35:03.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is 100% pure shit.</title><subtitle type='html'>All right...All wrong...All shits. Welcome.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-3218991692795125141</id><published>2007-10-21T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T08:12:38.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE! CHANGE! CHANGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/crescent_nsg"&gt;NEW BLOG! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-3218991692795125141?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/3218991692795125141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=3218991692795125141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/3218991692795125141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/3218991692795125141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/10/change-change-change.html' title='CHANGE! CHANGE! CHANGE!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-76847879054235584</id><published>2007-09-20T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T12:33:36.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feist- Inside and Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NmG0sPyZJBg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NmG0sPyZJBg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video and song is awesome! Not her own work, but a very good cover!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-76847879054235584?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/76847879054235584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=76847879054235584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/76847879054235584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/76847879054235584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/09/feist-inside-and-out.html' title='Feist- Inside and Out'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-5384374247649738013</id><published>2007-09-10T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T02:37:23.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birmingham Pillow Fight Flashmob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/OPtesTmx4v0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/OPtesTmx4v0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And maybe this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-5384374247649738013?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/5384374247649738013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=5384374247649738013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/5384374247649738013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/5384374247649738013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/09/birmingham-pillow-fight-flashmob.html' title='Birmingham Pillow Fight Flashmob'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-5455364608591070482</id><published>2007-09-10T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T02:34:08.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worshipping the Bull!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fFkNIqJyR28' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fFkNIqJyR28'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a summary of what will I be doing in Birmingham for the upcoming semester. :D *big grin*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-5455364608591070482?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/5455364608591070482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=5455364608591070482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/5455364608591070482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/5455364608591070482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/09/worshipping-bull.html' title='Worshipping the Bull!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-4869864909808934167</id><published>2007-08-21T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:50:36.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>This is a post! You guys are excited aren't you?! Nah...I think you guys must have been bored with me not updating much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The no.1 reason I am updating is because I can't sleep! Just came back from gym an hour ago. The one thing I do not like about excercise at night is, I get more active and awake! Caffeine makes me sleepy and excercise wakes me up. I think I need to do a full body check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second reason is, I promised to update about Italy. Which i haven't been! So now, a little snippet of what happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third is because I just happen to stumble across to someone's blog. And she tagged me. The name is Robber's daughter. I guess most of you should have guessed who's that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to Italy we go!&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Italy was quite sudden actualy. Well, not really. We did thought of going together months ago. Oh, by together I mean another two of my singaporean friends. So we did not actually plan when we're going. All of it happen few days before I head for Italy. All flights, train, accommodation booked three days before departure! Lucky shit all the flights are still cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually planned to do a short 5day trip. But unfortunately, the flight ticket back on the 5th day cost a bomb! We calculated that we could use the money and stay for another two days, and going back two days later is cheaper. This is how cheap it goes. 5th day flight back cost Euro180. 7th day flight back cost Euro19.90! Well of course, a month later it cost Euro0.01.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnHK8lijSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gLd3cok4Y4o/s1600-h/Italy+2007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnHK8lijSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gLd3cok4Y4o/s320/Italy+2007-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100827043849997602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: ZhiWei, JiaMing &amp; Me!&lt;br /&gt;We had to stay overnight in the airport before our flight. Because the flight is at 9am! And the airport is in London's outskirt area. We took train to London from Birmingham at 8pm. Reach the airport around 11.50pm. And lepak around the airport for 9hours before flight. This is what you do to save money on flights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we landed in Galileo Galilei Airport in Pisa. Being in Pisa, our first destination is of course the famous leaning tower of Pisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did You Know: That the leaning tower is actually a bell tower for the cathedral?! Well, I didn't know that! I thought its just some tower like Eiffel Tower or KL Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnNuclijTI/AAAAAAAAADY/YyZYj5kkZSM/s1600-h/Italy+2007-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnNuclijTI/AAAAAAAAADY/YyZYj5kkZSM/s320/Italy+2007-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100834250805120306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the brick wall and the gate wall entrance to La Piazza del Duomo. Which basicly means The Public Square of the Dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnNuclijUI/AAAAAAAAADg/pXrcN78liLE/s1600-h/Italy+2007-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnNuclijUI/AAAAAAAAADg/pXrcN78liLE/s320/Italy+2007-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100834250805120322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the La Piazza del Duomo. The building on the most left with the orange roof dome is the baptistery. The building in the middle with the tiny dome is the Cathedral. The one being far right is of course the tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnNuslijVI/AAAAAAAAADo/gQ5uGmqTzb0/s1600-h/Italy+2007-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnNuslijVI/AAAAAAAAADo/gQ5uGmqTzb0/s320/Italy+2007-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100834255100087634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the upclose of the baptistery. The architecture is just amazing! I think they're replacing the roof as there is no roof tiles on the other side of the dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnNu8lijWI/AAAAAAAAADw/rGNRMWh03i0/s1600-h/Italy+2007-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnNu8lijWI/AAAAAAAAADw/rGNRMWh03i0/s320/Italy+2007-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100834259395054946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the leaning tower itself. You can see quite clearly its leaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnNu8lijXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z9hdHTaha5A/s1600-h/Italy+2007-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnNu8lijXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Z9hdHTaha5A/s320/Italy+2007-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100834259395054962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the upclose view of the cathedral's dome. This one I think they're trying to do something with the dome also. It looks like the portion of baptistery's dome without the roof tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnRB8lijYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KTUJtlv3iqw/s1600-h/Italy+2007-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnRB8lijYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KTUJtlv3iqw/s320/Italy+2007-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100837884347452802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This building is also part of La Piazza del Duomo. This is the Monumental Cemetery. I wanted to go inside, but we didn't have much time to spend. I wanted to enter the baptistery too, but time forbids me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnTZ8lijZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QrJTg-JHJVs/s1600-h/Italy+2007-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnTZ8lijZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QrJTg-JHJVs/s320/Italy+2007-27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100840495687568786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just some of the architecture at the main entrance of the cathedral. I just love the arcs and the beams and the wonderful carvings on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnTZ8lijaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Q_ngPBkKKQk/s1600-h/Italy+2007-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnTZ8lijaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Q_ngPBkKKQk/s320/Italy+2007-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100840495687568802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at one corner inside the cathedral. I think it is someone's tomb. Why didn't I check out what is that? I tried! Everything is in ITALIAN! ME NO SPEAK OR READ ITALIAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnTaMlijbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aBI2BWqcigo/s1600-h/Italy+2007-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnTaMlijbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aBI2BWqcigo/s320/Italy+2007-34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100840499982536114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the paintings hung on the wall of the cathedral. It's quite a huge drawing really! I think its like a 300inch TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnTaclijcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WNFHcoLoAy8/s1600-h/Italy+2007-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnTaclijcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WNFHcoLoAy8/s320/Italy+2007-36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100840504277503426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my poor brother. He tried to steal a chocolate bar for me, and got cought. This is Jesus! not my brother! I don't need to explain further do I? Its at the main altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnTaslijdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1jCUe4-A3MQ/s1600-h/Italy+2007-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnTaslijdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1jCUe4-A3MQ/s320/Italy+2007-38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100840508572470738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of silence please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnUb8lijeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GnilA3nwm3Y/s1600-h/Italy+2007-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnUb8lijeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GnilA3nwm3Y/s320/Italy+2007-39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100841629558935010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some "pondok" of statue in the cathedral itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnUcMlijfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cQ8H4tKIvjc/s1600-h/Italy+2007-44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnUcMlijfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cQ8H4tKIvjc/s320/Italy+2007-44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100841633853902322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tomb of somebody again. Don't know whos! Don't Ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnUcclijgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jMoc9CGZ79I/s1600-h/Italy+2007-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnUcclijgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jMoc9CGZ79I/s320/Italy+2007-46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100841638148869634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view of the hall in the cathedral. Saw the girl in cyan? She was wearing a white spaghetti top and a cyan skirt. The cathedral are quite strict, so she had to wear something like a mantel piece made of paper to cover the "exposed" part of her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnUcslijhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/38XEn2UVJxk/s1600-h/Italy+2007-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnUcslijhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/38XEn2UVJxk/s320/Italy+2007-49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100841642443836946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went to the tower. This the view halfway going to the top of the tower. The building on the right clad in white marble is the cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnUcslijiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PbbpqtNiKz4/s1600-h/Italy+2007-65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnUcslijiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PbbpqtNiKz4/s320/Italy+2007-65.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100841642443836962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from top of the tower! This is the town of Pisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnY0clijjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FsywHW4BPhI/s1600-h/Italy+2007-72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnY0clijjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FsywHW4BPhI/s320/Italy+2007-72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100846448512241202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the flag of Pisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnY0slijkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TD4AhMVgQP8/s1600-h/Italy+2007-74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnY0slijkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TD4AhMVgQP8/s320/Italy+2007-74.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100846452807208514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the down I go from the tower. The people working at the tower are quite rude I must say. This is a real bad first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that visiting the tower we rushed towards the train station to catch an hour and half train to Florence. I didn't take much picture after the tower because I was quite exhausted because I haven't slept the night before. When we reached Florence, we had trouble finding our B&amp;B. We somehow manage to find it, but its out of the human congested city area so another 20min bus (We didn't know how to get there by train just yet, the train would take 5min only) to our B&amp;B. I must say, the owner of the B&amp;B is very very very friendly and nice! He showed us to an awesome restaurant! Which is cheap and suprisingly good! That is when I had my very first true italian Risotto with Porcini mushroom! So smooth and delicious! A very comforting food I must say. Sort of like Italian porridge really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there goes my first day in Italy. I'll come back with more pictures for the rest of the trip kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the tagging thingy...Not the usual thing I would do. But well, I'll just do it for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 people you love. (excluding family members)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friendship love, not love you till I want to marry you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Tan Hyon-Xhi&lt;br /&gt;2.Tan Ju Jin&lt;br /&gt;3.Tony Gan Tze Yee&lt;br /&gt;4.Edward Lim Wee Yang&lt;br /&gt;5.Foo Chee Liang&lt;br /&gt;6.Roger Yang&lt;br /&gt;7.Tan Swee Ling&lt;br /&gt;8.Sharmila Naidu&lt;br /&gt;9.Ada Chee Chui Mei&lt;br /&gt;10.Law Teck Ree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tan Yee Hou and Tan Ken Seong in the list too. No one says you can only have 10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 things you want to do before you die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Get my diving license&lt;br /&gt;2.Backpack around europe (Well, trying to this before I graduate!)&lt;br /&gt;3.Visit Hawaii and learn to surf&lt;br /&gt;4.Sky Diving&lt;br /&gt;5.Snow Boarding&lt;br /&gt;6.Learn to cook as many Italian dishes I can&lt;br /&gt;7.Overnight in a forest full of snow (In Swiss alps or Russian territory)&lt;br /&gt;8.Climb a mountain with full gear!&lt;br /&gt;9.Learn to swim in the sea (Yes. Laugh ahead. I do not know how to swim)&lt;br /&gt;10.BUUNNNNNGGGEEEEEEEE!!!!! and Hang glidding!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 things you cannot live without.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Music&lt;br /&gt;2.My Laptop&lt;br /&gt;3.Money (Like Doh!)&lt;br /&gt;4.Real good food&lt;br /&gt;5.Meat&lt;br /&gt;6.Coke&lt;br /&gt;7.Sleep (who the hell can live without sleep?)&lt;br /&gt;8.My glasses/contact lens (I hate not being able to see clearly)&lt;br /&gt;9.Mobile phone (though I don't call or msg much. But it is more of a sense of security)&lt;br /&gt;10.Magazines (educational ones of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 things you Love about your country.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The cheap but oh so delicious food&lt;br /&gt;2.The mamak stalls&lt;br /&gt;3.The ramly stalls (Specially Adi's and southern park's 7-Eleven there)&lt;br /&gt;4.The beautiful beaches in the east (Though I have not been to one)&lt;br /&gt;5.All the races together-gether ma!&lt;br /&gt;6.STAR school which gave me superb secondary year!&lt;br /&gt;7.The true malaysia language! (which consists of malay, mandarin, cantonese, hokkien, tamil and english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Annek Lai! Ta pau one roti canai! Milo ais KAU satu!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.The ridiculous amount of public holiday the government gives&lt;br /&gt;9.The illegal fireworks&lt;br /&gt;10.The pirated vcd seller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 bad habits.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Digging my nose when no one's around&lt;br /&gt;2.Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;3.Unorganized&lt;br /&gt;4.Throwing clothes all over&lt;br /&gt;5.Can't keep my leg still (Its either shaking or kicking or doing something)&lt;br /&gt;6.I swear way too much, even in public (Though I have been able to control my self better now)&lt;br /&gt;7.Loves to burp (Sorry! But it really makes me feel much better!)&lt;br /&gt;8.Giving silent bomb a.k.a fart (particularly to family members and male friends)&lt;br /&gt;9.Doesn't finish up any food that taste bad on my taste bud&lt;br /&gt;10.I just need to chew on something, or anything. (I actually chewed spoiled a Pilot G2 pen, my friend Denny witnessed that horror back in college)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 attitudes that turns you off.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Arrogance&lt;br /&gt;2.Two face bastards&lt;br /&gt;3.Boasting&lt;br /&gt;4.People who do not stick to their words&lt;br /&gt;5.Player(Is that an attitude or not? anyhow I do not like this!)&lt;br /&gt;6.Getting mad at insignificant things&lt;br /&gt;7.Vengeful doings (thoughts is alright, but the doing is shit)&lt;br /&gt;8.I can't think already...Can I stop?&lt;br /&gt;9.__&lt;br /&gt;10.__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 words to describe yourself. (5 good and 5 bad)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Patience(In certain aspect)&lt;br /&gt;2.Impatience(In certain aspect)&lt;br /&gt;3.Shy (towards strangers)&lt;br /&gt;4.Coward (Certain things, like asking strangers stuff. Breaking the rules, like cutting a queue or not buying ticket for a train ride)&lt;br /&gt;5.Nice maybe? (I try to be nice even when that someone does something bad to me)&lt;br /&gt;6.Sarcarstic&lt;br /&gt;7.Obedient&lt;br /&gt;8.Rebellious&lt;br /&gt;9.Short Attention Span (At certain things/aspect)&lt;br /&gt;10._______(Someone fill this in will you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 favourite bands.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does it really have to be a band? Don't Care!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Feist&lt;br /&gt;2.Travis&lt;br /&gt;3.Patrick Park&lt;br /&gt;4.Jacob Golden&lt;br /&gt;5.Architecture in Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;6.The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;7.Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;8.Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;9.Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;10.Alexi Murdoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 most prized possessions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.My iPod (It goes wherever I go to)&lt;br /&gt;2.My Laptop (This is my connection to the outside world "Malaysia" when I'm in UK)&lt;br /&gt;3.My Bagfull of cameras&lt;br /&gt;4.My 70+ coke bottles/can from various country&lt;br /&gt;5.A boxfull of memorable item from young till now&lt;br /&gt;6.All my birthday gifts&lt;br /&gt;7.My smelly pillow! (MUAKAKAKAKA!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;8.The mini towers from different countries (I don't have KL tower and Petronas twin tower yet, any givers?)&lt;br /&gt;9.My external harddisk full with pictures and memories (Can't afford to lose this, this is why I have multiple harddisk)&lt;br /&gt;10.That's all I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 people to tag.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Hyon-Xhi (I think you've been tagged already but I just need to fill in the blanks!)&lt;br /&gt;2.Chee Liang&lt;br /&gt;3.Yee Hou&lt;br /&gt;4.Ken Seong&lt;br /&gt;5.Ada Chee&lt;br /&gt;6.Sook Yan&lt;br /&gt;7.WHO ELSE?! I can't think of who's got blog that reads my blog!&lt;br /&gt;8.OH! Qi Guang!&lt;br /&gt;9.Errr...&lt;br /&gt;10.If you're reading this and you've got a blog. Just do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks! Hope you guys enjoy reading the long long long long long post! Till then! NITE! Don't Miss Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-4869864909808934167?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/4869864909808934167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=4869864909808934167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/4869864909808934167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/4869864909808934167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/08/miss-me.html' title='Miss Me?'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RsnHK8lijSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gLd3cok4Y4o/s72-c/Italy+2007-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-4066142639861865742</id><published>2007-06-22T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:41:43.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgement Day.</title><content type='html'>One second, it seems to me like a Peta, Tera, Giga, Mega, Kilo of seconds! HOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I do to make time run faster. Blog-Hopping. Friendster-stalking. Facebook-stalking. Look at pictures. Whinning at myself. Bla Bla Bla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW?! I'm waiting for my appointment for 1520 hour with my tutor to collect my results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 papers. 2 badly done. One I am so afraid that I'll fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking friend called me at 12pm to tell me the results of someone else. Whom have failed the paper which I'm so afraid to fail. And for your info, he's smarter, much smarter than me. And overall results isn't as good too. If he's got such kinda marks, how the fuck am I going to get my MEng offer?! KNNBCCB! MY MIND IS SO FUCKING MESSED UP! I NEED THE RESULTS FAST TO LET ME CALM DOWN! WHY THE FUCK DO WE HAVE TO MAKE APPOINTMENT TO GET RESULTS?! ARGGHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUCKING WEATHER HERE ISN'T HELPING A BIT AS WELL!!! GGGGRRRRR!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-4066142639861865742?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/4066142639861865742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=4066142639861865742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/4066142639861865742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/4066142639861865742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/06/judgement-day.html' title='Judgement Day.'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-6075660015942321371</id><published>2007-06-21T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:11:12.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/Rnm0BAhGxaI/AAAAAAAAADI/4JKRP13Cz3w/s1600-h/_MG_1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/Rnm0BAhGxaI/AAAAAAAAADI/4JKRP13Cz3w/s320/_MG_1177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078287984248669602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Italy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be a backpack trip, but it isn't so. Definitely have the feeling! We ate too much good food to be considered as a backpacker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with more details!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-6075660015942321371?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/6075660015942321371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=6075660015942321371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/6075660015942321371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/6075660015942321371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/Rnm0BAhGxaI/AAAAAAAAADI/4JKRP13Cz3w/s72-c/_MG_1177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-6741774519177618044</id><published>2007-06-09T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:08:32.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update! Update!</title><content type='html'>HIYA FOLKS! Missing me?! Awww... You guys shouldn't have! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there's no procrastinating blogging now since I'm pratically super duper free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I've got my final year project settled! I am to make design a system and possibly built a mini-scale installation for synthesis of liquid diesel fuel from synthetic gas (syngas)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never thought I would choose that, but it does looks very interesting to me. Loads of chemistry going to be involved this time though. I've always loved chemistry but gave up because I am just bad at it. I think, now is the time for me to brush up my chemistry skills, and might as well learn to be better in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know few of you out there who actually excel in chem. I am going to hunt you down when I'm in need of consultation! Specially those have taken A-Level chem or doing Chemical Engineering or anything chemistry related! Not love chemistry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...I've been complaining to every single person that i'm bored after the exams! Looks like i'm not going to be from tomorrow onwards! I mean today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th June - BBQ at park!&lt;br /&gt;11th June - Might be going to Stratford-upon-Avon. (Birthplace of Shaky Shakespear!)&lt;br /&gt;12th June - The Vale Festival. (Live bands, music, games, drinks, alcohol from 12pm-2am! AND! I can't believe that my work is going onto a postcard for sale! Won't be getting any revenue from it though, all proceedings goes to charity!)&lt;br /&gt;13th-17th June - Might just be going away somewhere with couple of guys.&lt;br /&gt;18th June - Another photo exhibition with end of year photography society social!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...I thought it'll be more than that. Holy cow. I am clueless of what to do after 18th June. Most of the guys would have be back in Malaysia by 16th June. Some others leaving at 23rd June. But that's it. All back to their home sweet home. Oh wait, Darren is here! But wait, URGGHHH!!! WE TWO GAY FUCKS?! KNNBCCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be moving to my new place during 1st July! YAY! WHEEE!!! Did I mentioned I have an apple tree at my front door??!! WHHEEEE!!! Granny Smith apple shall not have its reign over the green apples anymore! It shall be Grandpa Guan's apple at your local market, supermarket, hypermarket, and ULTRA MARKET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, this is one thing I hate about moving home, loads to pack. I've been living in different places almost every single year since Form 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just got back from watching Ocean's Thirteen. The movie was, alright. I prefer the previous one. I think I'm starting to love The Simpsons! Know Why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RmoLPAhGxZI/AAAAAAAAADA/Kiw56S29QG0/s1600-h/09062007019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RmoLPAhGxZI/AAAAAAAAADA/Kiw56S29QG0/s320/09062007019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073880282651084178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos..time to sleep! TA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-6741774519177618044?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/6741774519177618044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=6741774519177618044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/6741774519177618044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/6741774519177618044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/06/update-update.html' title='Update! Update!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RmoLPAhGxZI/AAAAAAAAADA/Kiw56S29QG0/s72-c/09062007019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-294292407943843558</id><published>2007-06-06T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:25:23.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip HOOOORRAAAYYY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what???!!! My...............EEEEEEEEEEE........XAMSSSSS OVER!!!! WOOOTTT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those I hate before my exams past, I now free you from my hatred. You are no longer hated by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOTTT!!! Though I think A particular someone is hating me now, cuz he's not done with exams yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams went...okay i think. 8 papers. 6good. 2bad. Hopefully I'll pass the 2 bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I think something's going wrong with my head. I'm so god damn into Folk music these days! Feist, Kate Walsh, Brandi Carlile, Jose Gonzalez, The Weepies, Turin Brakes, Leonard Cohen, Joshua Radin, Mazzy Star and Joanna Newsome. Aren't they all just bunch of great artist/bands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to go make my blueberry frenchtoast! BREAKFAST TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-294292407943843558?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/294292407943843558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=294292407943843558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/294292407943843558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/294292407943843558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/06/hip-hip-hoooorraaayyy.html' title='Hip Hip HOOOORRAAAYYY!!!!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-5089969736055040831</id><published>2007-05-28T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:42:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Year Project.</title><content type='html'>In the midst of all the exams. I have to decide which fucking project I want to do for my final year! Can't they fucking give us do it at a better time?! KNNBCCB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they gave us a total of 153 different type of project to choose from. Out of the 153, I am only interested with 4?! Like WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one person could do one specific project?! Damn fuckers...It means first come first serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My four interest are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Optics for Nanotechnology&lt;br /&gt;2. Nanogears&lt;br /&gt;3. Flapped Wing Vehicle (Ornithoptor)&lt;br /&gt;4. Modelling the growth of jawbone in 3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been interested in doing nanotechnology related stuff. This would be my chance to be involved! But it is not easy, we will have to go through interview with the lecturer before we get the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just emailed Prof. Prewett, the one in charge of Optics for Nanotechnology. As the title says so, it is regarding optics in nano-scale. The number one reason for me to go with this is because I will be working alongside as an assistant to the researcher. Then my work will be published in a book in 2008! This is a super chance for CV, and a great learning experience. But as nice as it may sound, its not easy to get. The professor himself is in the founder board of Institute of Nanotechnology. Hopefully he'll think that I'm capable of doing the project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the nanogears, I will be fabricating real nano-scaled gears and test it in a nano gear box in a state of the art clean room! HOW COOL IS THAT?! Though this is my second back up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flapping Wing Vehicle. Yes, a vehicle that flaps its wing and fly like a bird! I've always wanted to build my own plane and fly. Been dreaming of it since I was a kid with LEGO in hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modelling the growth of jawbone, this will help any doctors greatly if they were to estimate how one's jawbone would grow. Or how should you replace the jawbone. Always wanted to be into medicine, but too bad I suck at bio. Biomechanical sounds nice though! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doomed if I don't get any of the above project! Because the others are just plain boring! HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-5089969736055040831?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/5089969736055040831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=5089969736055040831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/5089969736055040831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/5089969736055040831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/05/final-year-project.html' title='Final Year Project.'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-7316683639409477788</id><published>2007-05-25T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:20:07.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I...NEED...SLEEP...</title><content type='html'>My biological clock, I can say... I've screwed it up badly. And I mean it. BADLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a habit of waking up at weird times. Let's say for today. My exam is at 9.30am. I slept at 11.30pm. Woke up at 2.50am. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?! For the past two exams, I can't sleep for more than 3-4hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse result of screwing my biological clock? I fell sick. And no, you do not want to be sick during the exam period! But luckily I recovered quickly. Many thanks to those who were trying to feed me their mountains of medicine when they got to know I'm sick, but I am pretty capable of eating my own medicine! Mine is as good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the day/night shift is not helping me now! I mean seriously, day and night seems to go by so fuckingly fast! These days, the sun sets at about 9ish... And it gets later and later as weeks past until the end of summer. The sun rises at about 4.30ish everyday, and it gets earlier as weeks past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this, usually during the sunset back at home. You get to see the sky in a very dark blue and the tinniest hint of light around 7.30pm right? Now I get these around 9.30pm. Also, you usually get to see the tinniest hint of light and the dark blue sky around 6.30am right? Now I get these about 4.30am. Holy crap, now I look out the window, I can see the dark blue sky already. Its only 3.47am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've been treating myself to new music these days. Stress release strategy! Thought that the few of you who shares my taste of music would want to know some great new/old music out there! And really, it is really hard to find Malaysians or should I say Asians that have almost the same taste of music as I do! I'm not saying there isn't one. But definitely not in Birmingham. What's the point of having so many gigs here when you can't find one to go with you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jem - Maybe I'm Amazed (The O.C fans should know this. Season 1 Finale, the wedding)&lt;br /&gt;2. Finley Quaye &amp; William Orbit - Dice (Again The O.C. During the countdown in Season 1)&lt;br /&gt;3. Spoon - The Way We Get By (The O.C again. Can't remember which scene!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Bettie Serveert - Certainlie (I seem to have listen to this before somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;5. Bettie Serveert - Hell = Other People&lt;br /&gt;6. Maria Taylor - Song Beneath The Song&lt;br /&gt;7. Maria Taylor - The Ballad Of Sean Foley&lt;br /&gt;8. Maria Taylor - My Own Fault&lt;br /&gt;9. Maria Taylor - Clean Getaway (I'm gonna name more from her. But download her whole album if you like not too fast paced emo alternative)&lt;br /&gt;10. Bell X1 - Flame&lt;br /&gt;11. Mark Ronson Ft. The Daptone Horns - God Put A Smile On Your Face (My favourite Coldplay song covered by mark ronson, this is the none lyrical version!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Mark Ronson Ft. Lily Allen - Oh My God (OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE LILY ALLEN SINGING KAISER!)&lt;br /&gt;13. Travis - My Eyes (Travis wonderful new album!)&lt;br /&gt;14. Travis - Big Chair&lt;br /&gt;15. Joanna Newsome - This Side Of The Blue&lt;br /&gt;16. Feist - Mushaboom (FEIST IS MY NEW LOVE)&lt;br /&gt;17. Feist - 1234 (One Two Three Three more tell me that you love me Feist. Check this music video out on youtube. Its AWESOME!)&lt;br /&gt;18. Feist - My Moon My Man (Very catchy tune to me! Check this video too! I'd have to say its kinda like OK GO's treadmill video, but this is on flat moving escalators in airport.)&lt;br /&gt;19. Feist - Inside and Out (If You Dig BeeGees, You'll Dig This. It's a cover of BeeGee's classic and sounding awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;20. Feist - I Feel It All (I feel you Leslie Feist! &lt;a href="http://www.listentofeist.com/"&gt;Listen to Feist!&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, 20 songs for me being twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I haven't been putting up picture on this dull blog. Let me make it more Lovely! Let me show you my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZXvUwiNdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uG3QP4AFWZM/s1600-h/feist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZXvUwiNdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uG3QP4AFWZM/s320/feist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068334901189817810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooppss...Ter-Feist pulak... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZXwEwiNeI/AAAAAAAAACY/3jilWpA4T9Q/s1600-h/Feist_newmain_ingrid_johansson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZXwEwiNeI/AAAAAAAAACY/3jilWpA4T9Q/s320/Feist_newmain_ingrid_johansson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068334914074719714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIKS! LAGI SATU?! Sorryla... She's damn good! Well...Hot also! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZfo0wiNfI/AAAAAAAAACg/CfW77TXPfq8/s1600-h/Kidderminster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZfo0wiNfI/AAAAAAAAACg/CfW77TXPfq8/s320/Kidderminster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068343585613690354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the entrance of the steam train station in Kidderminster. Sorry no pict of the Choo Choo Train in digital. Its in my another film camera, haven't got time to go develop it yet. I felt so HARRY POTTER-ISH! You know the cabin with doors? And the bouncy chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw guys, DON'T GO WATCH HARRY POTTER WITHOUT ME! I will be back around the time Harry Potter's new movie is launched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZfpUwiNgI/AAAAAAAAACo/r5uEp00II0o/s1600-h/Kidderminster+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZfpUwiNgI/AAAAAAAAACo/r5uEp00II0o/s320/Kidderminster+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068343594203624962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in a park near the riverside of Kidderminster. Severn River I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZfqUwiNhI/AAAAAAAAACw/3nGqhwUaWZI/s1600-h/Kidderminster+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZfqUwiNhI/AAAAAAAAACw/3nGqhwUaWZI/s320/Kidderminster+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068343611383494162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was somewhere random in Stourbridge, Black Country. This is one of the random meeting with people! I remembered I needed to go somewhere after all my assignments is due. I was wandering around Flickr the night before and joined a Flickr group called the Birmingham Flickrmeet! Yes, they meet up to go around! It just so happen that they were going to have an outing nearby the day after. So I decided to join them. I asked if anyone would guide me to the destination. No answer immediately, but in the morning someone replied in Flickr saying he could meet me at so and so if I reach there by so and so. So I quickly get ready and head over! For your info, I have not met them before, nor talked to them much. This is the most random thing I've ever done! But it was all great! Meeting people of all ages! People range from 20s-60s turned up! I'm thinking of starting one myself in Malaysia! Let's have Klang Flickrmeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZfqkwiNiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iGwRBnd3RD0/s1600-h/Kidderminster+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZfqkwiNiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iGwRBnd3RD0/s320/Kidderminster+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068343615678461474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some glass quarter's in Stourbridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks! Now its time for me to get a nap!&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-7316683639409477788?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/7316683639409477788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=7316683639409477788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/7316683639409477788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/7316683639409477788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/05/ineedsleep.html' title='I...NEED...SLEEP...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RlZXvUwiNdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uG3QP4AFWZM/s72-c/feist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-2067015899496453419</id><published>2007-05-05T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:45:29.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...Maybe a little post?</title><content type='html'>BOOH! Surprise! Said I wasn't going to post, but hell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because I'm getting a break after my 5 reports was due and before stating my exam revision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, well I mean yesterday, I didn't sleep for like 31hours+!!! I was practically awake since 3rd May at 9am until 4th May 4.30pm! This is certainly my first record! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I spent most of the hours writting a report! From 9am-7am is the time I used to write the reports. Why take so long?! First thing is I have 3.5/5 reports left to write. Second thing is THE FUCKING CALCULATION IS A REAL PAIN IN THE ASS! I got a feeling I might, in the future design a car that may malfunction and explode like an atomic bomb when you ignite the engine. Think I should work with the terrorists maybe?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kinda reminds me when me and friends were talking about past time. Saying that if Mr.Taliban were to see how we play and handle fireworks, they would definitely sign us up for the front-line! Good ol' days aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, from 7am onwards i practically spent my time fooling around with the others, and catch up on a half hour nap. Not exactly half, someone woke me up and ask me if I need anything because she's heading towards the Uni! I'm half angry because she woke me up! Half not because she's considerate enough to know that some of us were camping in the uni and needed some food/motivation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After handing in our reports, its DIM SUM TIME! Off we go to the city! Reached chinese quarters! While buying the train ticket, a friend ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Eh Soo Guan. Teach me how to use the machine buy ticket!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "WOKAY DOKAY! Press Birmingham for New Street Station."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: *clicks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay...Then you got railcard or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "Yea Yea! Of course got la!" *looks left and right*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: "We've taken so many times and yet not get caught not having railcard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughing my ass off* and *no comments*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: *gets on the train*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainman: "Tickets please everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainman to 1st Friend: "Sir, can I have your ticket please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Friend handed over and Trainman checks ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainman: Can I see your railcard please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Friend: I'm sorry but i forgot to bring! *the fact is that he doesn't have it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Trainman came over to 2nd Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checks ticket and asked for railcard again. Apparently they don't have any! You need a young person's railcard in order to get subsidised train fare! So all four of them get fined £20 each for not bringing/having a railcard! £80 pounds gone just like that! AHAHAHA! I'm laughing my ass off! Because I'm the only one who didn't get fined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think they should learn their lesson not to simply break the law!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we reach DimSum restaurant at 10.30am. Reached the door, BANG! The door was locked! WTF?! Not Open?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on by checking other restaurant in the quarters. None is opened yet?! Like what the hell?! Its 10.30am and no one is open yet?! This is definitely the most lazy chinese to start their business! Except for the chinese groceries store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't eat our DimSum till its 12pm. When we were in the restaurant at about 12.10pm we started ordering everything we want. THIS IS THE FUCKING LONGEST DIM SUM I EVER HAD TO WAIT! It took like half an hour before they started serving us! Its like they fly back to china to buy dim sum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stay long for dim sum because I had to rush back to The Guild to take care of the DarkRoom's shop hours! The photosoc's treasurer couldn't be able to take care of the shop due to some important work is up. So he asked me or the president to cover him. Shop hours is from 1.30pm to 2.30pm. I basically spent the whole hour chatting with the president. Very nice english girl she is I must say. Most english are very nice and friendly here but not the one from my course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after 2.30pm. I spent my time in the darkroom developing film for shots I took with my ebay won Olympus Film SLR. It turned out so beautiful! First time ever I'm so satiesfied with the picture I took! Maybe because when you're using a film camera, you don't tend to simply shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my time in the darkroom till 4pm. Catch a bus back and reached home close to 4.30pm and off to bed I go after changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I spent my 31+hours awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guys, sorry bout the pictures. Will get them done asap. I will edit them in between breaks I take for my revision! Should be done by next week! Sorry ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-2067015899496453419?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/2067015899496453419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=2067015899496453419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/2067015899496453419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/2067015899496453419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/05/wellmaybe-little-post.html' title='Well...Maybe a little post?'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-2783639207507230377</id><published>2007-05-01T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T07:26:53.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy la...</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Birmingham! Though I'm too lazy to post anything...Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post something after my exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, my blog will be going into a hiatus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon! Well...After June 5th I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long guys! Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-2783639207507230377?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/2783639207507230377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=2783639207507230377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/2783639207507230377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/2783639207507230377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/05/lazy-la.html' title='Lazy la...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-1218699168088915444</id><published>2007-03-27T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:15:30.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM FUCKINGLY PISSED...</title><content type='html'>WHY THE FUCK AM I SO UNLUCKY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAME ALL THE WAY TO THE UNI AT 12 FUCKING AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN...I TURNED ON MY OH SO TRUSTED THAT I LAID MY LIFE ON MAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT THING I NOTICED. "YOUR COMPUTER NEEDS TO BE RESTARTED. PLEASE HOLD THE POWER BUTTON TO RESTART"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOLLOWED THE INSTRUCTION.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;IT TURNED ON WITH A WEIRD STATIC SOUND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT KEPT SHOWING THE STUPID FUCKING APPLE SIGN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT EVER I DID DIDN'T MAKE IT ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT FUCKINGLY DIED ON ME ON MY FUCKINGLY LAST FUCKING WEEK OF THE FUCKING ASS FUCKING TERM!!! AND I HAVE LIKE 3 FUCKING DUE THIS FUCKING FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOODNESS...MY SWEET EXTERNAL MAXTOR BACKUP-ED ALL MY IMPORTANT. AS IN FUCKING IMPORTANT FILES. MY MEMORIES. MY WORK. MY MUSIC. MY LIFE. ITS IN THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKY ME THAT THE WORK THAT I NEEDED TO DO IS IN MY EMAIL AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE TRASHING MY COMP. ONE OF ITS MEMORY IS DEAD. I THOUGHT I WILL SURVIVE WITH THE LAST 512MB OF MEMORY LEFT. I'VE GOT A FEELING NOW THAT THE HARD DRIVE IS DYING ON ME AS WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORST THING IS. THE MEMORY THAT DIED IS THE HARDWIRED MEMORY TO THE LAPTOP. NOT THE ONE I ADDED. MEANING, FIXING THE PART OF MEMORY WILL COST A BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE THAT THE WHOLE FUCKING POST IS IN CAPITAL LETTERS IS BECAUSE I AM REALLY FUCKING PISSED, FRUSTRATED, PANIC, PRESSURED AND INSANELY IN NEED OF HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING OFF TO DO MY WORK NOW. HOPEFULLY SOME MIRACLE WILL HAPPEN TO MY MAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIRACLE ON ELECTRONICS? SEE HOW SILLY I AM NOW? ITS BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING MAC DYING ON ME MAKING ME CRAZY! NOW I NEED TO SLEEP IN THE UNI AND MAKE A TENT TO LIVE HERE FOR THE REST OF WHOLE WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKkk!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-1218699168088915444?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/1218699168088915444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=1218699168088915444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/1218699168088915444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/1218699168088915444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-fuckingly-pissed.html' title='I AM FUCKINGLY PISSED...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-8151864357987137476</id><published>2007-03-04T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T04:29:27.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fatt Chai &amp; Chap Goh Mei!</title><content type='html'>Well...first of all. Wait hold on. I just realised this. I never wished on time do I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you guys will forgive me right? BETTER LATE THAN NEVER! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it goes. Happy Chinese New Year! and Happy Chap Goh Mei! Wait...I actually wished on time for Chap Goh Mei! WOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously seriously seriously like fucking seriously. I mean like seriously, miss the CNY I used to have back when I was still in secondary. I miss the dangerously crazy yet fuckingly awesome and fun fireworks we usually does. I miss running away from police as well as getting cought by police due to the huge fucking amount of fireworks we had. I miss the fun gambling that we do in every single one's houses. I miss the Lou Yee Sang/CNY dinner we do every year in restaurants. I miss driving around to people houses and collect ang pows. I miss a lot of fucking thing during CNY! I miss the fucking spirit of CNY! I miss the ding ding dong dong annoying CNY song played in almost every fucking shop/restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY this year, I'm pretty sure, isn't the same as usual for most of you. Well, I know it would be very different for most of my buddies. Hyon-Xhi, Ju Jin, Gan, Edward, Chee Liang, Sharmila. We use to hang out like almost every fucking day of the week despite of college or school. Nothing really stops us for doing stupid fun thing during CNY, and the rest of the less festive days. But this year it did. Distance, separated us. The pursue of our future separated us. But I guess, each of us will find our way through this CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I did have quite a bit of CNY celebration. But nothing compares to what I had before. 2 days before the CNY, I went for a CNY dinner organised by the Malaysian Society of University of Birmingham. It was good food (not great), and also some company of others. The others head back home for more alcohol but I didn't. Because I had to wake up early the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on chinese new year's eve. I head down to London, for some sort of "Re-union" dinner with my sister and her boyfriend. It was nothing much, but it was some nice good home cooked food. On CNY, I went to Selfridges for lunch just before I head back to Birmingham. I ate Char Kuey Teow! Oh my god, how I miss the Melawis's Char Kuey Teow with the extra LARD! Man, this reminds me of the days when I would send Ada back to hers after classes, and then me and Hyon-Xhi would head back home and pick up Gan for some Char Kuey Teow in Melawis. Good Ol' Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I reach back to Birmingham and had to rush for another CNY dinner. YES! That's like three dinners in three days! What a way to spent CNY eh? Filling ur stomach with good food. haha! I attended a dinner held by the Singaporean Society. I had to attend this dinner, more than half of the SingSoc committee is my friends. It was seriously a fucking huge dinner I must say. About 200ppl attended the dinner! It was seriously a successful plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner? Its the after-party of course! Everyone were suppose to head for IndieBar at first, but I don't know due to what. Everyone diverted to SoBar. Yea, like WTF? SoBar? I think they expect each of us to come out sobered from a bar? Hell No! Well, some of us did. These are the few picts taken from that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerHMAatJdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_588D1X9f_w/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerHMAatJdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_588D1X9f_w/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038058142251689426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: Zhi Wei&lt;br /&gt;Bottom (from left): Sabrina, Darren, Me, Francis, Tammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerIuQatJeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bk_u5-P-jZY/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerIuQatJeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bk_u5-P-jZY/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038059830173836770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAM SENG!!! First time ever I had SHOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerJDwatJfI/AAAAAAAAABE/h_N8AguA9A8/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerJDwatJfI/AAAAAAAAABE/h_N8AguA9A8/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038060199541024242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: Adrian, U-Kwang, Darren, Heng Wei, Sabrina, Jia Ming, Me, Joseph, Zhi Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerJhQatJgI/AAAAAAAAABM/TWBFa8HtvJo/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerJhQatJgI/AAAAAAAAABM/TWBFa8HtvJo/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038060706347165186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: Sabrina, Chris, Jia Ming, Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerJ7AatJhI/AAAAAAAAABU/XZOfrn_uhLE/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerJ7AatJhI/AAAAAAAAABU/XZOfrn_uhLE/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038061148728796690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Left: Tony, Me, Tammy, Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was fun. But it doesn't compares to what fun I used to have. I found that drunk people are really funny! But they can be very annoying at the same time! Oh, for the picts, thanx to Jeremy for taking all those picts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after that night, I fall sick. REALLY REALLY SICK. I had a massive headache and fever. I didn't go to class from tuesday till friday. I basicly spend my week on a bed. With some occassion of going to Uni for group meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, I was feeling very very much better. I went down to Reading with Darren, Adrian &amp; U-Kwang for some Malaysian Night. It was held by the Reading University Malaysian &amp; Singaporean Society (RUMSoc). You know, the Malaysia Night seriously seriously surprised me. They were really good. Well, not the food part. But it was the sketch they played. It was about a love story set before Malaysia gain its independence. They are really good at acting and as well as composing a very good story. It was really hilarious as well! Too bad I left my camcorder back in Malaysia. Else, you guys could see how good they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week, I didn't do much. I went for another Ball photoshoot. I'm just busy with loads of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday night, I got to know that my dad was admitted into hospital. Due to high blood pressure. He's now still in the hospital for further inspection. How do you tell your parents to stop eating unhealthy stuff? For example, Bak Kut Teh. My dad have at least 5 meal of Bak Kut Teh a week. Which is seriously not doing good for his health at all. How do you persuade your parent who is so hard headed? Anyhow, pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! ESSAY!!! GTG now...Too many essay to write! BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;During these past two weeks. I learn some stuff I thought I would never learn. People that you thought you know don't seem to turn out like you know. People that you thought were innocent may not be so. People that you thought were evil may not be so. I made few new friends that I thought I would never be friends with. I despise some people that I thought I would be friends with. In a whole new world of strangers, true colours only shown when you get to know someone better. And time will tell that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! My friend found his CAMERA! Means, ALL THE SNOW PICTURES! HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/ResqFQatJiI/AAAAAAAAABc/Iyufcc615Yk/s1600-h/_MG_0071_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/ResqFQatJiI/AAAAAAAAABc/Iyufcc615Yk/s320/_MG_0071_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038166877938722338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Darren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/ResqbgatJjI/AAAAAAAAABk/6eFhrvBP_-c/s1600-h/_MG_0065_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/ResqbgatJjI/AAAAAAAAABk/6eFhrvBP_-c/s320/_MG_0065_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038167260190811698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Joe's! A snow replica of my Uni's clock tower! Awesome eh?! Everywhere is Snowman, but we have Snow Clock Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/ResrDQatJkI/AAAAAAAAABs/hHMBk6CozT0/s1600-h/_MG_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/ResrDQatJkI/AAAAAAAAABs/hHMBk6CozT0/s320/_MG_0019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038167943090611778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it should be on the December 25th! Not on the February 8th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of making Snow Angel!&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/ResrbAatJlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NUCaMN9abMk/s1600-h/IMG_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/ResrbAatJlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NUCaMN9abMk/s320/IMG_0718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038168351112504914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold hands together at a distance apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/Resr4AatJmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TGOjXb303Z0/s1600-h/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/Resr4AatJmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TGOjXb303Z0/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038168849328711266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You jump and lay down on the floor! Then start moving your limbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RessBQatJnI/AAAAAAAAACE/prbtlKpLdzI/s1600-h/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RessBQatJnI/AAAAAAAAACE/prbtlKpLdzI/s320/IMG_0721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038169008242501234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get up slowly. TADAH!! Snow Angel! Though mine looks more like Snow Pigeon. AHAHAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-8151864357987137476?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/8151864357987137476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=8151864357987137476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/8151864357987137476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/8151864357987137476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/03/gong-xi-fatt-chai-chap-goh-mei.html' title='Gong Xi Fatt Chai &amp; Chap Goh Mei!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RerHMAatJdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_588D1X9f_w/s72-c/IMG_0232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-7525238064999642577</id><published>2007-02-15T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:01:30.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa...</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa... I have not make any wishlist for my christmas. So, I'm going to make one for you for my BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...I'm going to be 20 in like 20days! I want to go back to the years I'm in high school!!! But oh well, gotta grow up anyhow I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming! My birthday is coming! My birthday is coming! My birthday is coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes my wishlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Manfrotto 055PROB/190PROB tripod with 804RC2 head&lt;br /&gt;2. Canon EF 17-40mm F/4L lens&lt;br /&gt;3. Canon EF 24-105mm F/4L IS USM lens&lt;br /&gt;4. Canon BG-E3 battery grip&lt;br /&gt;5. A old goodie 35mm SLR Olympus OM2N&lt;br /&gt;6. A Leica M3 35mm SLR (I think this can only stay in my dream)&lt;br /&gt;7. 17" Apple MacBook Pro&lt;br /&gt;8. Apple iPod 80GB&lt;br /&gt;9. Nikon SB-26 Flash&lt;br /&gt;10. Canon Digital IXUS 850IS&lt;br /&gt;11. Canon EOS 30D&lt;br /&gt;12. A book titled "Life: A Journey Through Time"&lt;br /&gt;13. Fisheye2 Lomo!&lt;br /&gt;14. Books from Jamie Oliver&lt;br /&gt;15. Dine in Restaurant Fifteen!&lt;br /&gt;16. A book titled "The Photographer's Guide to Black &amp; White"&lt;br /&gt;17. LaCie 120GB Rugged Portable Hard Disk.&lt;br /&gt;18. Graduate with a 1st Class Degree!&lt;br /&gt;19. Own my own snowboard and go snowboarding in Scotland or the Swiss Alps!&lt;br /&gt;20. THE ULTIMATE WISH - A ticket to fly back to Malaysia this Christmas. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...twenty wishes for my twentieth birthday! Well, you can't really expect people to grant you your wish don't you? I'll have to work for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current target now is to buy a goodie tripod. I need it for my photography work and for travel! How clumsy can I be that I  actually broke my tripod?! Good tripod = fucking expensive. But I guess its alright! Since I'm getting paid for taking pictures for ball/prom events! WWHHHEEEE!!!!! I didn't think I would GET PAID for that! All the time I thought that I am just doing a voluntary work! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to go cook! Sambal frjavascript:void(0)ied rice with egg, parsley, &amp; pancetta. Hehehe...Fusion of Malaysian with Italian. Owh..Pancetta is a kind of meat, something like the Italian version of bacon? But its way way way much nicer than english bacon! I shall end my main course with a nice dessert of Proscuitto di Parma with Figs. Yea, that's more like an antipasto. But who cares! Time for cooking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-7525238064999642577?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/7525238064999642577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=7525238064999642577' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/7525238064999642577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/7525238064999642577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-2884894441668586149</id><published>2007-02-15T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:35:40.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See You In Another 3 Years.</title><content type='html'>First... Happy Valentines! Too bad no valentines for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, 14th of February 2007 should be celebrated by couples around the world. But I must say, this day is sad and happy for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Hyon-Xhi. A very close buddy of mine. Left for New Zealand today at 9.15pm (GMT +0800). Its a real pity that he had to leave on Valentines, leaving his Valentine behind on the very same day. It must be very hard for her. I must say they're a very lovely couple indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RdM1kydSFvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pt7Q1Px4JvU/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RdM1kydSFvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pt7Q1Px4JvU/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031424114839131890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a flashback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1994 - I first met Hyon-Xhi&lt;br /&gt;1995 - We started hanging out more than usual&lt;br /&gt;1996 - We became buddies and started hanging out like ALL THE FUCKING TIME.&lt;br /&gt;1997 - We were quite sad we didn't make it in the same class, but things haven't gotten worst! We still hang out like mad!&lt;br /&gt;1998 - WE GOT INTO SAME CLASS!! YAY!! It was definitely one of my favourite primary school years. We started playing Pokemon? AHAHAHA!!! and also Pro-Yo!&lt;br /&gt;1999 - We got into different class again. But it was alright, I miss the time we run around to each other's classes. Going to Klang Parade all the time for POKEMON again, and also for Pro-Yo.&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Time for secondary school. YAY! SAME SCHOOL! SAME CLASS AGAIN! We played like crazy! I remember going to Ju Jin's house every morning before classes to play Pokemon Card Game. It was seriously good fun. But we had a little big fight this year as well. It was all just misunderstanding over a stupid Pokemon Card. We used to spent the November &amp; December holidays together going to each other's houses and around. But this particular year we never hung out at all. It was definitely a sad holiday.&lt;br /&gt;2001 - We sort of forget about what happened and became buddies again. It all started with him starting to play basketball, and we played a game together and somehow start talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;2002 - We got into different classes again. But that didn't surprise me though, because my results was never good. That's my fault. But we had a crazy year. I remember the Genting trip we had. I farted right in front of Hyon-Xhi's face! HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;2003 - I will never forget the Chinese New Year we had this year. We started playing fireworks the"RIGHT STYLE". It was such fun we had. I remember I almost injured a motorist! :P At the end of the year, we went to Penang! What a wonderful time we had! All the food, the salty water and the crazyness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RdM6qidSFwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lFJbTN_27QY/s1600-h/PC300072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RdM6qidSFwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lFJbTN_27QY/s320/PC300072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031429711181518594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us in Penang, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Fireworks never seems to make us bored! I remember that we got cought by the police with tremendous amount of fireworks we had. I think we could blow up a house with it! But things never seems to stop us. We had a fireworks war! It was around 6-7 a side I think. And we started throwing fireworks at each other! It was fucking funny! But we lost the video, sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RdM8OCdSFxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fnaU3cx4fF0/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RdM8OCdSFxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fnaU3cx4fF0/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031431420578502418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang responsible for the Fireworks War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 - This is a very scary year. Its the year we choose to go to college or stay in Form6. I choose to go to college. Hyon-Xhi did as well. Luckily our friendship never changed. It only changed for the best. You know how people always say when you met you college friends you won't hang out with you old friends anymore. But luckily that didn't happened to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - The year that I left the country. I really hope that our friendship didn't change at all. Luckily, we still contact each other. Our friendship didn't change much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - This is the year. Both of us are apart. Thousands of miles away. Separated by 13hours time zone. This year, we are very quite sure that we will not see each other for 3years. None of our holidays are the same. Maybe, during christmas if I could make it back during christmas we could have crazy days again! But I hope our friendship wouldn't change. Hopefully it will change for the best, not for the worst. Keep in touch my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this. I have known him for more than half my entire life! It's already 13years I have known you! Hopefully these years that we know each other and became buddies be more than 13years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long my friend, hope you enjoyed your days in New Zealand. I know you would prefer europe more. But I bet New Zealand will be as fun as well. You just need to discover it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-2884894441668586149?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/2884894441668586149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=2884894441668586149' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/2884894441668586149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/2884894441668586149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/02/see-you-in-another-3-years.html' title='See You In Another 3 Years.'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbcwKEDYWpo/RdM1kydSFvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pt7Q1Px4JvU/s72-c/IMG_0414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-259657158010648870</id><published>2007-02-14T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T04:30:51.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Dilemma. HELP ME!</title><content type='html'>Time past by so fuckingly FAST! I am now in the 5th week of my 2nd semester of Year 2. In 6 weeks time, I'll finish my Year 2 semester. Which means, I need to get a house for my Year 3 studies here! I don't know where should I stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a nice house and nice flatmates to stay with. More importantly, experience student life overseas. I'm spoilt with whom should I live with next year. Before this, I've already told my friend Darren that I will stay with him for Year 3. But now, I'm thinking twice if I should stay with him or not? We hang out a lot. And to be honest, he's like the only one came from the same college as me that I can actually talk to and hang out. But I'm now in England! Should I not try experience my life with strangers? You know, people always say you won't know someone until you lived with them. I'm afraid that I will have something that clash with him, and you know, having a fight with a friend whom is your housemate isn't good! You know how awkward that will be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I live with him, I will be living with another two guys coming from Malaysia, which I can't really talk or hang out with. I listed myself for housemate finding service provided for students. I've never actually thought people will reply. And today they did, they were asking if I would be interested to stay with them next academic year. I have not met them yet though, one of them is studying Medicine, and another is doing Chemical Engineering. Should I stay with these two totally strangers to me? And experience the student life overseas myself? Or should I stick with staying with my friend Darren and a couple of bunch of Malaysians and cut myself out of the English country? For those who are staying overseas should know its not easy making friends with English/White people. Unless, you are in a society or some sort of activities. If I would to take up the offer by these two total strangers, how should I tell Darren? I don't want him to feel like I'm ditching him because I wanna be with some English people. I don't want to make people think that I despise staying with Malaysians. HOW?! Please...Give me some comment! I would really appreciatte to know views from other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm gonna post some SNOW pict sometime soon! I'm gonna make a deal, no comment on this post, no SNOW pict. Fair enough? It seems so to me! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-259657158010648870?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/259657158010648870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=259657158010648870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/259657158010648870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/259657158010648870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-in-dilemma-help-me.html' title='I&apos;m In Dilemma. HELP ME!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-5066934415966244558</id><published>2007-02-03T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T10:10:33.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BEDAZZLED</title><content type='html'>Saturday, 3rd of February, 1.37am. I must never forget this FUNNY yet WEIRD and STUNNING moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Few minutes before the crime happens-&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to iTunes, and chatting away on MSN while surfing the net around.&lt;br /&gt;I then heard girls shouting. I looked out the window, wondering where the sound came from.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes then divert to the 2nd floor window visible from my room's window.&lt;br /&gt;Two girls were there, shouting at me. "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!"&lt;br /&gt;And I replied.&lt;br /&gt;They shouted back "WHICH FLAT ARE YOU IN?!"&lt;br /&gt;And I replied.&lt;br /&gt;They just giggle their way around their flat.&lt;br /&gt;They then went away from the window, and so I went back to my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-During the crime moment-&lt;br /&gt;I then heard them yelling for me again. So I ask how may I help them?&lt;br /&gt;And then...they gave me a treat. I was like OMG!&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls, ask me to look at her and she pulled up her blouse, revealing her boobies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like WTF?! and I just can't stop laughing! ahahahaha! I think they must be drunk, or maybe they were playing truth or dare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..back to boobies. Errr...I mean to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-5066934415966244558?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/5066934415966244558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=5066934415966244558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/5066934415966244558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/5066934415966244558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-bedazzled.html' title='I AM BEDAZZLED'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-8636721735094222911</id><published>2007-01-30T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:31:29.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated For Every Shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First and foremost...Merry Christmas! and Happy New Year! Well...belated that is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't got the chance to really blog about my last semester break here. As most of you who MISSED ME so much, although I asked you to not miss me, knows that I'm not able to go back to Malaysia. So, mummy made a deal with me for me to stay away from the devils.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is. To go on a Holiday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, my classes ends on the 15th December, 2006. On the Sunday of the week, I head down to my sis's bf's place, Bournemouth (pronounce as "bourne-muff" not "bourne-mouth"). Its situated down south of England, right next to the French Channel (or is it English Channel?). Google it yourself damnit! I was there for about a week and a half I guess?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn...I just love the beach (bitches too :p )! Look at this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/360918210" title="IMG_1846_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/160/360918210_2ec643efc7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look...the beach in Bournemouth. The water aren't that clean though. But the sound of waves and the smell of sea is so calm and relaxing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/360918548" title="IMG_1864_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/138/360918548_14b52de63b_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's this row of huts by the beach. People buy these huts for thousands of pounds! Or rent? Hmmm... Anyhow, they spent so much just to get their white asses tanned during summer! Kinda fun though!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh btw, did I mentioned that I spent my Christmas in Bournemouth? Well, I had a wonderful time there I must say! I successfully roast my very very first turkey ever! Well, it was a bit burned on one side. But look! Gimme your points!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/360921565" title="DSC06822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/140/360921565_73eaeef6d0_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, give point to my turkey! Not my funny looking face! The pict was taken at the wrong expression moment! I've got good feedbacks from the others though! Oh, others...This is the others...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/360917249" title="IMG_1895_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/143/360917249_030edeb466_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, these are those that were in for the Christmas Dinner. Clockwise from the most left: Ricky(Sis's BF), My Sis(Soo Ling), I can't remember her name(She's wife of the guy in pink, they call her OT or something like that), Nicholas, and lastly Lawrence. They said my turkey was one of the best they ever ate! Or maybe, they just said so just to make me happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! My Christmas present! NYEK NYEK NYEK! I've got a...&lt;a href="http://www.flavourshaker.co.uk/"&gt;Jamie Oliver's Flavour Shaker&lt;/a&gt;! and also a French Language Starter Kit! Looks like I've got lots of things to do this year. Learning French &amp;amp; doing more cooking! WOOT WOOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, some of you may have heard about my trip to Barcelona. Sorry bout the late post up of pictures. I've been editing lots of the pictures, I haven't finish editing the whole thing yet. But I'll show you some of which I had done editing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392691" title="IMG_1913_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/137/359392691_47eb0eea32_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My first ever meal in Spain. And I've become addicted to it. Its seafood paella. I'm gonna try to cook this one fine day. Its so juicy, delicious, lickicious, yummylicious, scrumptious, lip smacking, mouthwatering, delicate food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392717" title="IMG_1915_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/159/359392717_b3b7f15c2c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and my sis felt like munching something else as we're not really that full. So we choose to indulge ourself in some gelato! Oh btw, this is all on the first day I reached Barcelona. It was quite late by the time we reach. So we didn't really do much but just walked around the city. We stayed in an apartment situated at the very heart of the city. Its just a minute walk from La Rambla. Here! My pinkish looking but yet oh so gorgeous looking apartment!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359391915" title="IMG_1963_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/126/359391915_b49fbcfdae_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was really nicely decorated in the interior. But I won't put up much pict here. Check out my flickr site for more picts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the second day, we went about walking around to find bus to our planned destination. Quite a long walk just to find a bus though. This is some picts I took while walking to find where the bus stop is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359391938" title="IMG_1964_edited_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/129/359391938_a00d08fcc8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some walkway near some university.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392061" title="IMG_1979_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/148/359392061_28b3106b5c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Behold the mighty! errr...I don't know who!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took like almost an hour to find the bus stop actually. But the one hour walk was quite worth it. We saw things that would not be seen by taking busses. Specially for my sis, as for me, I just love taking photos. Our first destination using the bus was the La Pedrera(Casa Milà).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392106" title="IMG_1992_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/156/359392106_ec1c8f9b63_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This, is a side view of the La Pedrera(Casa Milà). All I can say about La Pedrera(Casa Milà) is that Pere Milà and his wife Roser Segimon commissioned Antoni Gaudí to construct a building on the boundary separating Barcelona from Gràcia, with the aim of turning the main floor into the family residence and leasing out rest of the dwellings. Owing to the way its façade appears to be carved out of rock, the Casa Milà was nicknamed La Pedrera, which means stone quarry. It was declared by UNESCO in 1984 as a World Heritage Site.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392129" title="IMG_1998_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/139/359392129_8a07e9e2df_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the few many archways corridor inside of La Pedrera(Casa Milà).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392173" title="IMG_2015_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/154/359392173_bb87e5f389_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rooftop of La Pedrera(Casa Milà), still under construction as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392316" title="IMG_2051_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/137/359392316_6775fbf02f_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The view from inside of La Pedrera(Casa Milà).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392232" title="IMG_2020_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/125/359392232_112c8c5196_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The view from the rooftop of La Pedrera(Casa Milà).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392210" title="IMG_2019_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/152/359392210_1ad6b9861d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is some weird sculpture that was on the rooftop area. It appears to be somewhat like a medieval soldier helmet. Covered with green bottle glass I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then hop on the bus towards Temple de la Sagrada Família.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392465" title="IMG_2105_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/164/359392465_42433b8b42_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This cathedral is fucking huge I must say. And it is said the only cathedral in the world which is still under construction. The construction of this unique temple begain in 1882, and one year later Antoni Gaudí was appointed Project Director. He Worked on the project over 40 years until his death in 1926. The overall plan and his in-depth studies of the project, based on the use of innovative geometrical shapes of naturalist style are the cornerstones on which the current architects continue the work to this date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eight of the twelve bell towers of the façade, dedicated to the Apostles and having a height exceeding 100metres, are already built. The four belfries awaiting construction are those the Façade of Glory, the 170-metre central dome in honour of Jesus Christ, the Tower of the Virgin Mary standing at 125metre, and the Tower of the Four Evangelist. The Vaults of the main nave are finished , and work is focused now on the area of the transepts and the apse. From the very beginning, the only financing for building the Temple of the Sacred Family, came only from private donations such as churchgoers and devotees, and it continues on till today by many admirers. It is expected to finish construction by the year 2026.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392443" title="IMG_2090_edited_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/132/359392443_13c35962f1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I love this stained glass so much. The sun was shinning into the stained glass, leaving the interior of the church lit by colourful colours produced by the glass. Oh, I submitted this photo for a photo exhibition in the uni tomorrow, Tuesday! Hopefully I will win? WISH ME LUCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392489" title="IMG_2122_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/140/359392489_d6d5b308a3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Temple de la Sagrada Família, we went to Park Güell. This is what you get when you enter the park! But that's not it...The real park starts above. See those small little mens above? Can't? I'll show you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392664" title="Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/144/359392664_68ac4d30b6_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There! This is the view from above the park. It is above the pillar thingy in the previous picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll show you the view from the edge of the park!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392675" title="Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/136/359392675_0f65cbb0fc_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the view of barcelona. Well, a portion of it to be exact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392499" title="IMG_2140_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/130/359392499_fd0adbb787_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This place is like at the bottom of the park, at one of the corners. There were many holes on the wall. The one where the lady on the most right is. I don't know what it is, but lots of people kept going to sit on it and take photos. But it looks like to me its suppose to be flowers sitting in it rather than human.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that...TADAA! Futbol Club Barcelona!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392622" title="IMG_2198_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/161/359392622_f935a1600c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was down next to the pitch when I took the photo. The two men at the far end was grading the pitch I think. We weren't allowed to step on the pitch at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392616" title="IMG_2193_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/129/359392616_923df2da86_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw the numbers on top of it? number 10 = You Know Who! Its Ronaldo of course! Well, I'm not much of a football fan, so I truly understand if some of you guys don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/359392651" title="IMG_2232_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/151/359392651_ba03ea320d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this is where they do the commentary thing. Cuz there is lots of plugs underneath the chairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it! the summary of my first day in Barcelona! Well, not first day actually. The first and second day to be exact. Because the first day I reach barcelona, it was already 7pm. So I didn't actually manage to do much after that. Just had dinner and walked around a little. The places above that I visited is on the 2nd day. There is another day for me to cover in this blog, but I haven't manage to edit finish all the photos yet. So ermm...You guys have to wait ya?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhoos...time to go groceries shopping! Don't Miss Me aight?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-8636721735094222911?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/8636721735094222911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=8636721735094222911' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/8636721735094222911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/8636721735094222911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-belated-for-every-shit.html' title='Happy Belated For Every Shit!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-3460100040298305816</id><published>2006-12-15T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T09:36:48.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last christmas...</title><content type='html'>I was blog hopping around before I plan to start on my stupidy report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy envy envy one blogger so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that he/she had isn't anything much, but I bet its everything in the world that he/she needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once thought it was something I had, but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it, but it never let me to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small wishes that I made that really matters wasn't granted, Big wishes that I don't need is always granted. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say how you spend your new year, is how you will be spending it for the rest of the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, is undoubtedly the worst year I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't turn out like how I spent my new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa...All I wish for is for a better year for me ahead. Give me something to look foward to. Someone to look foward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should face reality, Santa doesn't exists. They only appear in mall to give prezzies to lil' kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to write up report...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for people who are worried about my studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are. These are my results I've been getting lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy with it, except for the first test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourier Series(Maths) - 53%&lt;br /&gt;Laplace Transform(Maths) - 70%&lt;br /&gt;Linear Algebra(Maths) - Haven't got offical results yet. Hoping It'll be about 87%. Good feeling that it will. :)&lt;br /&gt;Fatique Analysis(Design Theory &amp; Calculation) - 80%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will get a Second Upper Class Degree. But, First Class would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Playing: Last Christmas by Jimmy Eat World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-3460100040298305816?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/3460100040298305816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=3460100040298305816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/3460100040298305816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/3460100040298305816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-christmas.html' title='Last christmas...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-2625389250671078418</id><published>2006-12-13T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T02:39:29.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One thought...Many Songs...</title><content type='html'>3.00pm - End my Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm - Put on my iPod and walk to friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.32pm - My mind became so aware of the music. It hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three songs kept playing randomly on my iPod. &lt;br /&gt;It just hits me.&lt;br /&gt;Its like jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;Everything on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you into bits on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song No.1 - Running Up That Hill (by Placebo covering Kate Bush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to hurt me, &lt;br /&gt;But see how deep the bullet lies. &lt;br /&gt;Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder. &lt;br /&gt;there's a thunder in our hearts, baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much hate for the ones we love? &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, we both matter, don't we? &lt;br /&gt;You, be running up that hill.&lt;br /&gt;You and me, be running up that hill.&lt;br /&gt;You and me, won't be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song No.2 - If You Leave (by Nada Surf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave, don't leave now.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my heart away.&lt;br /&gt;Promise me just one more night.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;We've always had time on our sides.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's fading fast.&lt;br /&gt;Every second every moment.&lt;br /&gt;We've gotta make it last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch you once I touch you twice.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let go at any price.&lt;br /&gt;I need you now like I needed you then.&lt;br /&gt;You always said we'd still be friends, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave I won't cry.&lt;br /&gt;I won't waste a single day.&lt;br /&gt;But if you leave don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be running the other way.&lt;br /&gt;Seven years went under the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Like time was standing still.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows what happens now.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to you gotta say you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave.&lt;br /&gt;If you leave.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song No.3 - The World At Large (by Modest Mouse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;If the world's at large, why should I remain?&lt;br /&gt;Walked away to another plan.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.&lt;br /&gt;I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the porch to have a thought.&lt;br /&gt;Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know where and you don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;But you still got your words and you got your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Walk along to another day.&lt;br /&gt;Work a little harder, work another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.&lt;br /&gt;We'll float on maybe would you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Gonna float on maybe would you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll float on maybe would you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days get shorter and the nights get cold.&lt;br /&gt;I like the autumn but this place is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.&lt;br /&gt;It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.&lt;br /&gt;The day's get longer and the nights smell green.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like songs about drifters - books about the same.&lt;br /&gt;They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.&lt;br /&gt;Walked on off to another spot.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't got anywhere that I want.&lt;br /&gt;Did I want love? Did I need to know?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.&lt;br /&gt;Adding their breeze to the summer nights.&lt;br /&gt;Outside, water like air was great.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what I had that day.&lt;br /&gt;Walk a little farther to another plan.&lt;br /&gt;You said that you did, but you didn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that starting over is not what life's all about.&lt;br /&gt;But my thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts were so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.35pm - Got home from Selly Oak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.34pm - Turn on my lappy and randomly play my tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.37pm - It hit me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song No.4 - Float On (by Goldspot covering Modest Mouse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I backed my car into a cop car the other day&lt;br /&gt;And he drove off sometimes life's ok&lt;br /&gt;I ran my mouth off a bit too much oh what did i say&lt;br /&gt;You just laughed it off it was all ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll all float on ok&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll all float on ok&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll all float on ok&lt;br /&gt;Alright already we'll all float ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fake Jamaican took every last dime with a scam&lt;br /&gt;It was worth it just to learn some sleight-of-hand&lt;br /&gt;Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands&lt;br /&gt;Good news will work its way to all them plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll all float on ok&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll all float on ok&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll all float on ok&lt;br /&gt;Alright already we'll all float ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both got fired on the exactly the same day &lt;br /&gt;Well we'll float on good news is on the way&lt;br /&gt;Bad news comes don't you worry even when it lands&lt;br /&gt;Good news will work its way to all them plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll all float on ok&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll all float on ok&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll all float on ok&lt;br /&gt;Now don't worry we'll all float on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...tiny bit on my mind that matters lots. Don't bother bout the hidden emo-ness in this post. Just think about the great songs I mentioned. At least I know some people I know would appreciatte both. Till sleep do us part again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-2625389250671078418?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/2625389250671078418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=2625389250671078418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/2625389250671078418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/2625389250671078418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/12/always-on-my-mind.html' title='One thought...Many Songs...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-116519939888582518</id><published>2006-12-09T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T09:45:08.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolllllaaaaatttteeeee......</title><content type='html'>This few days have been real fucking hectic days for me. This is how I make a full use of my day.&lt;br /&gt;On a weekdays...I will usually work my ass off. Ermm...Maybe with a little short trip to the city to get some groceries. Why do it on a weekdays? Cuz...weekends is just a pain in the ass to go shop for anything at all. I mean like seriously! The train services is not as frequent as it on weekdays. Its even worse on a Sunday! They will close a few station for upgrading purpose. Luckily my hall is fairly accessible by bus services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekends, I will usually spend my time hanging about. Walk around. Its a really nice day to just get out and get yourself pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did mentioned about me having a fucking hectic day right? You know why? I have only one weeks left for my semester. YES! I AM FINISHING MY FIRST SEMESTER OF YEAR 2! I just got here like two months ago? And I'm ending my first semester soon already. Anyways, everyone knows how a semester usually ends with? Exams, coursework, projects, and presentations. Well, I have lots to do with my project. I stayed in the University from day till night at 11pm. And I swear its fucking creepy to stay in the Uni till that late ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I stayed in the library till so late? Oh well, my projects due date is not far away. There's two project I'm working on now. One is due on the 15th December, another is on the 12th December. But I'm trying to get everything done by today (Friday the 8th) if possible. Well I mean I WILL MAKE IT POSSIBLE!!! YEAH BABAY!!! And...Most of it were done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two projects that I'm currently doing actually involves designing and drawings. The first part is of course, Design. Then Draw. The drawing part is giving me headache. Because I have to draw up some fucking complicated stuff using some software I haven't used before. Luckily, I took AutoCAD lessons when I was 16. That really helps a lot, all I need is just get my self familiar with the interface of the software. But drawing it, its another headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my project is about? I have two right? One is my Automotive module, and another is for my Computer Geometric Aided Modelling module. Ahahaha....You guys must be thinking what the fuck am I talking about now. Well, the first one is about cars. So, my project is to design a fucking CAR. Yes, a whole fucking car. We must consider the safety thingy, the calculation, the chassis of the car. And the best fucking thing that makes it even harder, is that there are only two of this type of car built in the world. Well, one was built by Ferrari, another is a prototype by Peugeot. And they expect us to design this car with no fucking resources?! Well, that's how hard my drawing is gonna be. I'm in charge of designing the wheels, disc brakes, suspension systems, and the axle of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The another project is much easier, but the hard part is the software. Because the software I'm using is different than what I'm using for the car design. This is a much more complicated software. But what I need to do is to design a Shaver. Yes, you do need Mechanical Engineers in designing the shavers as well. See how flexible a mechanical engineer can be? But well, a master of everything is master of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ArrgghhH!!! STOP BLABBING BOUT WORKS!!!! Oh, last saturday...to take my mind off things. I decided to go for a walk and just shoot some pictures of the surroundings. So I walk along the canal from the university all the way to the city. It was about a fair 3.5km of walk involved there. It was fun really, really relaxing. There were loads of couples walking by the canal. Well, old and happy couples. I have some pict of it as well! Here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1739_2.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/314657174" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/101/314657174_3ca5b1864c_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quack quack!!! The first sound I heard as I descend down the stairs to the canal. Cute right the duck?! Chee Liang...You wanna "sexxor" the duck? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1745.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/314657086" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/107/314657086_8956aa0006_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A road sign. Or I should say, a canal sign. What's it for? Like duh! Showing you which side is to where la! My destination... Gas Street Basin, which is like 5km away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1758_2.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/314656939" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/99/314656939_d37aee3c11_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This...my friends...is why its so lovely to walk along the canal. Or maybe its just because I love to be somewhere near water source, like a lake, beach, river, or a canal like this. AND NOT *LONGKANG(the drain)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk, couple of guys called me to just hang out for the day and have lunch. So I went for lunch in Chinese's Quarters. Met a few friends. And...the guys was fucking hilarious. They were talking about chocolate fondue they had the night before (which I missed because I was too freaking tired). Then this guy explain about how chocolates can turn girls on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker: Eh...you know right, chocolate has special effects on girls wan you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker: You know, there's this chemical in the chocolate. They trigger the senses of the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: Trigger senses? So what? She'll get high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker: You know when they're high on the chocs, you just give them a nudge and just say "Eh...take of la...". She'll striaght say "Okay la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: AKAKAKAKAKAKA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker: But but but!!! Must use good chocolate you know. There's this one chocolate brand called Godiva(if i didn't get it wrong) from Selfridges. This chocolate is damn good. It contains 70% cocoa in it. So the effect more "kau".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: Woah! Expensive la the chocolates from Selfridges! Cannot use other chocolates meh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joker: You can la, but you know. The quality of the chocolates determine the quality of you know la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience: WTF??!! AHAHAHHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like WTF man?! This guy is crazy hilarious. After lunch, we were walking aimlessly. But it seems like most of us are heading towards Selfridges. AHAHAHHA!!! I was like are these guy gonna believe what he said?! And so, we walked to the chocolate section. OMG. OMG. OMG. The chocolate selection there is freakingly huge. I am so tempted. I took a small lil' box of chocolate wine truffles up. The box is prolly the size of a compact digital camera. It was beautifully packed. I wanted to try it so badly, it looks so darn delicious. I scanned around for the price.&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;found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Wine Truffles - £25&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;WTF?! Seriously! WTF??!!! The box prolly weight only about 100grams! What a rip off man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those in Birmingham, you know what to get for me for christmas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...Just now the Student Guild were having some events called the Mega Mix. Student Guild? Its like erm...all the societies and thing. You know how every Condominiums has it own clubhouse right? This is like the university version of the clubhouse, for the students. So yea, this events is run by a lot of societies in the university. There are hundreds of society in the university. So the events starts from Friday 7th December 6pm until Saturday 8th December 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My society, the PhotoSoc were having some photo exhibition of the member's works. I put up a photo of mine in the exhibition. There were some other activities going on tht night as well. There is Fashion Show, Jazz &amp; Blues, Rock Bands, &amp; Footballers getting waxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pulled in by a friend organising a charity event. She told me the footballers are getting waxed for charity. Thought I'd have a look. OMG...I can feel the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Nokia073.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/317445893" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/129/317445893_9ef389810a_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...the Defender getting waxed in the armpit. OMG...UURRGHHHH!!! Pain weh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Nokia070.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/317446070" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/130/317446070_2c110de5d6_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe Defender again...getting waxed in the leg. OMG.......I can feel how he feels. Bonnie(the girl in the pic) you are so evil. HOW CAN YOU WAXED HIM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...the worst one is. One of the footballers said tht he'll wax his crotch. YES. HIS  FUCKING PUBIC HAIR. OMG!!!!!!!!! THT IS DAMN FUCKING PAIN! Btw...the pict is not taken because I do not want to look like a fucking gay pervert. You can actually see his balls. Its fucking gross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Nokia075.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/317473609" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/144/317473609_35653d4688_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry wristband to the event! I feel like I'm in a theme park instead of going into a university. (BUGS = Birmingham University Guild of Students)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I guess for today...I'm getting headaches already. Haven't had a good nights sleep yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till sleep do us part...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-116519939888582518?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/116519939888582518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=116519939888582518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116519939888582518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116519939888582518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/12/chocolllllaaaaatttteeeee.html' title='Chocolllllaaaaatttteeeee......'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-116446534650564478</id><published>2006-11-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:35:46.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casino Royale...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, marked my first step into the casino. The main reason I went into the casino was because I heard it was opened by Lim Goh Tong. Yes! That old bugger that own the only casino in Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I step into the casino. Oh btw, the casino is called Circus. Funny name for a casino eh? Anyway, the first step I took into the entrance was quite nice. I mean as in how it was presented. But the moment I step into the casino area, where the games begin. It was a dissappointment. I was expecting much of a... Las Vegas casino style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there watching my coursemates bet on the roulette. Btw, I thought roulette was a Russian thing right?! They call it the Russian Roulette right? But on the table they said it was American Roulette. Anyhow, that game is such a rip off. You either loose way too much. Or you win. But I guess the rate of losing is much higher. First they give you confidence by letting you win quite a lot. And then...POOOFF!!! You loose double, triple, quadraple, pendrable, hexdraple whatever!! The point is...You LOOSE REALLY REALLY A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then head for the BlackJack table. My hands started to itch, because I'm more familiar with blackjack than any other casino games. The heck, I know...Call me pussy or whatever. I'm not the gambling type aights?! I'm a dummy in gambling okay! Back to topic... My hand itched so I set myself a budget of £20. Yes, that is a lot in Malaysia Ringgit. But its quite small in the UK. And the minimum bet is £2. So £20 should be quite fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The round started of with me losing. Then I started to win again. And I lose. And I win. And I lose. And I win. You see? The game keep getting me stucked at £20. After a few more rounds, my luck started to change. I am winning! It was all luck really. I win everytime I feel like raising my bet. Not everytime though, most of the time. I was winning more than £20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that moment. A friend of mine saw me winning and he feels like in the mood of playing as well. So he asked £10 worth of chip from me. Before that, I owed him about £30. It was because the other day I needed money to pay for the school trip to Coniston and I haven't got my account set up yet. And so he took the £10 worth of chip, now I owe him £20. My luck was still quite alright. The balance in my hand kept staying at about £30. He then needed another £10, because the card he was betting on, he split the card and so he needed to bet more. So this leaves me about £20 chips on my hand, and me oweing him £10!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he took the money from me, my luck started to change. I keep loosing and loosing. Till all £20 chips on my hand were sucked clean. No wait, I have one more 50pence chips! But that was no good. Because minimum bet is £2. So I kept the chip as souvenier instead! But fuck, when I think about converting the 50pence into Malaysian Ringgit, it worth a plate of fucking Chicken Rice to me! And I haven't eaten my dinner yet! I was fucking hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooss... I won 50penny from the casino. Ya I know, quite sad right? But I go there just for experience. I didn't loose any money, so I don't feel bad. It more like me taking out the money to pay back my friend really. Oh, I was really hungry. And I hated the casino, it smells like crap! I hate this kind of places. I don't like smoke smells, or to be exact, cigarettes smokes, it gives me headaches. I went out for a walk around the city and for fresh air. Seriously, the city here has fresher air than Malaysia. I mean Birmingham city, not London. London is fucking polluted. Oh, I was hungry right? So I went alone to the only Malaysian restaurant in Birmingham. As I have a strong crave for Malaysian food + I'm really hungry. So I ordered claypot chicken rice! YUMMY! and also TEH TARIK!. I feel so like I'm back in Malaysia already. But it cost me a bomb. Claypot chicken rice at £7.20 and teh tarik at £1.50.  Oh, this come the pist off side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while after I've ordered my food. A few guys who were still in the casino called me up asking where am I. And so they came and joined me for my dinner/supper. One guy came in and was like.. "Woah! You damn rich hurh come here and eat?!". That fucking set me on fire, but I didn't scold him. I was like whatever to him. But like fucking seriously?! Is spending money on food better or...losing your money in a fucking casino?. And for goodness sake, I'm not that greedy till I go to the casino for the free fucking food. I know you're trying to save money by going to casino and eat their free food. But don't you fucking judge me, because I know I am better than anyone in those casino. I don't mean better in studies, I suck in my studies. You know what I mean when I say I'm better than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Malaysia, I'm proud to be Malaysian. But, the Malaysians here make me fucking embarassed to be a Malaysian. They act like a anti-social, not that I'm very sociable. But definitely a gazzilion time more sociable than them. They act like a fucking JAKUN (someone from the jungle who haven't seen the world). I even got comments from people from other country about my Malaysian counterparts. This is what I get "Arrogant", "Rude", "Assholes"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for notice, I'm not saying all Malaysians here are acting like those I was mentioning. There are a FEW nice ones out there. But mostly are not. And I'm not saying that I'm nice or bad either. I don't care what you think about me. I don't fucking care who you are. I don't judge you. You don't judge me. The only people I care about how they think about me is my close friends. And friends that is worth being friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...stop being in a frantic mode already. Oh, last thursday. I tried one new yummylicous recipe. I got the recipe from Jamie Oliver though. Did you know that he is my favourite cook? I'll give anything to be like him. Oh, since I told you guys he's my favourite cook. You should know what to get me for christmas right? Well..for a notice to you, I already have two book of his. "Jamie's Dinner" and also the latest "Cook With Jamie". I really want Jamie's Italy though. ekekekke. Or, maybe his Tefal series cooking utencils? Nyak Nyak Nyak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, a pict for you to drool on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1719.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/305664905" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/305664905_9b76652602_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a mushroom, potato and chicken cooked with wine. Looks yummy? And it really do taste yummy! According to my flatmate Omar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-116446534650564478?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/116446534650564478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=116446534650564478' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116446534650564478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116446534650564478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/11/casino-royale.html' title='Casino Royale...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-116433273920222666</id><published>2006-11-24T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:45:39.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you trustworthy? Yes. No. Think. Re-Think.</title><content type='html'>This hasn't been easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;It had been long.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of betrayal is still in the air.&lt;br /&gt;The trust given was mis-used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my full trust.&lt;br /&gt;I trusted you even I haven't know you for long.&lt;br /&gt;But you take my trust for granted.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;I decide to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;But I realised I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say "there's a silver lining in the dark clouds".&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your betrayal indeed made me realised something else important.&lt;br /&gt;But, it is your betrayal that cause me to lose something important as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is time.&lt;br /&gt;It is time for me to learn not to trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-116433273920222666?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/116433273920222666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=116433273920222666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116433273920222666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116433273920222666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/11/are-you-trustworthy-yes-no-think-re.html' title='are you trustworthy? Yes. No. Think. Re-Think.'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-116398085973152537</id><published>2006-11-20T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:45:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A freaking fucking hell of a long post...</title><content type='html'>Its been quite some time. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it has been quite some time since I updated my about what's going around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did not think then! Someone made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really post about what's going on here in Birmingham since I came over. I mean I did post a little on another blog, but I forgot not everyone reads the other blog other than my ex-S.A.M classmates. I'm sorry guys if you couldn't catch up with me, and if I haven't been able to catch up with you guys. The time difference is quite hard to catch up with anyone crossing over eight time zones. Anyhow, I'll try to make up by going thru what I could remember since I came here aight? Why the hell am I asking the reader's question? Not like its some instant messaging where the reader will reply a.s.a.p. Silly Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I haven't been really showing you guys my campus did I? To be honest, I can't believe I'm in love with the campus you know. Its so "green". As in there's trees, grass, flowers, squirells, birds, and more trees around the campus. Its as thought I'm in a university that is major in Ecology. Oh, my university is also called the Fair Trade University (http://www.fairtrade.org.uk). Why? Its because they sell fair trade items around campus, and they're promoting/encouraging fair trade among the students &amp; staffs alike. Okay, less talk and more picts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Nokia017.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/302028085" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/111/302028085_a2c9f13e78_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the main campus building. Its called as the Aston Webb Building. This is where all the main events are being held and also the administrative works going on. Argh! Damn! I forgot to take the interior on this building! The main reception looks like a 5 fucking star rated hotel. Okay, maybe 6 fucking stars. But I'll show you one day when I too the pict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Nokia018.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/302027879" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/121/302027879_a71d1b093b_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view of a small part of the campus. See the building on the left? Its the law building. And if you can see the building hidden behind those trees, that's the main library. I was told that there's 7 library owned by the university. One is the main library, another one is in Selly Oak Campus(about half a mile away), one is in the city(the School of Dentistry), and another is in the Medical Building. I can't figure out where is the other 3 more library. The main library would suffice me as the main library is as big as Taylor's College, not the library of Taylor's College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I arrived here on the 24th of September. Its a Sunday night I remember. I first hated my accommodation. But now I have come to love it. Well, not really loving it. But am glad to get a good one secured. Although I would prefer to go to other accommodation. I don't have any pict of my accommodation, so you all have to wonder how it looks like. Just go to Google Earth and type in "B5 7QF". That is exactly where I am staying. Its called Hunter Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks after I arrived here, I joined the Singaporean Society to go to Warwick and have a tour around the castle. Its a really nice and old medievil castle. Nicely preserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1014.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/300430527" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/300430527_546e9b4783_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view of one side of the castle. Its really nice and calm, but at the same time...creepy like shits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0945.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/300433610" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/107/300433610_def96855db_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...Madame I don't know who the fucking hell is that. Ahahaha!!! I can't remember what it said about this lady. I'm just taking for the sake of taking pictures. This picture was taken in Madame Tussaud(I think that's how they spell it) of Warwick castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0957.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/300432871" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/111/300432871_a6976598b8_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the view from inside the castle, a wax model of maid overlooking the garden of the castle from inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0902.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/300434261" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/100/300434261_61eb382011_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another view of the magnificent garden in the castle. I forgot what is it called! The view from top of the garden is certainly breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0872.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/300435362" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/112/300435362_6a182fb54d_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the picture speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you haven't been talking to me lately. I joined quite a number of society in the uni as well. I joined, Far Eastern Connection, Malaysian Society, Jazz and Blues Society, Singapore Society, and also Photography Society. But I am more involved in Photography Society. PhotoSoc usually have quite a number of socials and also trips to take pictures around. I went for one last week, doing some night shots in the city. These few are my work I reckon the best I've taken out of hundreds over shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1535.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/300436407" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/101/300436407_f1fde35b77_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to shout about this. Its taken outside a cafe called Costa. The cafe was closed, and so I took the picture of the logo and the reflection of a christmas tree. If you notice, a stupid head ruined the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1541_2.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/300437103" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/118/300437103_bb8501a6c6_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushrooms!!! Nah...Its just a building's arcitechture. This part of the section in Bullring belongs to Selfridges(The 2nd most expensive stores in the UK, after Harolds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1588_2.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/300437437" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/300437437_65b9b53e4d_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gotta be my favourite shot taken in the city. Its taken at the stairs down The Birmingham Symphony Hall. I choose the pict to be B&amp;W because it presents better in B&amp;W rather than coloured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the picture taken in the city worth showing. Others is just plain rubish. Oh btw, if you are going to call me a geek for being in photography club. Think again. Because I was thinking the same thing as well. But the club turns out to be whole bunch of cool people! And for the guys, there is about 70% of members are girls. And they're real HOT girls. Something I wouldn't expect. Lucky ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Some of you might already know. But last saturday, I went to Cadbury World! Yes! The BIG FUCKING CHOCOLATE FACTORY! It was hell lots of chocs around. We got pretty sick of chocs at the end of the day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DPP_0004.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/301396628" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/301396628_effb56cf7e_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the biggest Cadbury shop in the world. Selling only Cadbury's product. All range of chocolates from Cadbury. *Singing to the song, what a wonderful world....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1664.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/301396378" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/114/301396378_fb6eaefe58_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to play with chocolates! Everyone were writting down their initials and drawings on a marble table with chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1687.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/301396173" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/115/301396173_207d4fbc41_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free chocolates treats! We get a cup full of liquify chocolates with any toppings we want. This one is with marshmallow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to show more picts taken in Cadbury world. But I'm too lazy and I'm concern about my reader dehydrating from saliva dripping all over their keyboard because of the picts. Ahahahahha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also found out that Frakfurt Christmas Market was in town as well! So few of us went over for some PORKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1627_2.jpg" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/301395928" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/101/301395928_4eceb57b4d_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this...Get what it mean? No? I'll show you what it is then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DPP_0003.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/301396907" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/113/301396907_51acfbf1da_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means its good for one Pork Steak Burger!!! Yummylicous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DPP_0001.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/301394620" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/107/301394620_c872599c7b_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This german guy cooking the pork steak was kind enough to pose in the picture for me! Look at the pork steaks on the grill...Looks delicous hurh?! Damn, I'm hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="DPP_0002.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/301392669" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/100/301392669_25f6800281_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get what this means then? No? I'll show you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1699.JPG" href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/301393639" &gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/301393639_74fb886944_m.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German Sausages!!! Its a pict of a bunch  of us eating away the juicy and succulent sausages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I wish I could continue writing. But I couldn't. I'm getting headache already. I'll try to post more soon. Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-116398085973152537?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/116398085973152537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=116398085973152537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116398085973152537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116398085973152537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/11/freaking-fucking-hell-of-long-post.html' title='A freaking fucking hell of a long post...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-116032967251187455</id><published>2006-10-09T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:47:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory...</title><content type='html'>Minutes ago I just recieved a message from my friend about a lovely friend of ours.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she's a lovely friend of everyone that knew her.&lt;br /&gt;I was told that this message, Is in fact a message that she wrote before she left us peacefully on the 1st of August, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;This message is written by Lam Soo Kean, or some may recognise her as Rosline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In loving memory of the ever-youthful looking Rosline – Suki-san…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words can’t sum it all but…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I want to be remembered as someone who made a difference in the lives of people closest to me. I hope to be remembered as someone who inspires the people around me. I want to leave my legacy of contributing to the society behind upon my last breath. A caring wife, passionate about her children and their welfares, someone who possess great and irreplaceable aura. I want to be described as a woman who’s emotionally strong within and is truly sincere in her speech and deeds, a daughter of obedience and sense of mother-like, an everlasting, loving partner who’s supportive and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to die SMILING! Smiling honorably and peacefully"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lam, you will definitely be remembered as the kind of person you want to be. This is because you ARE that kind of person you describe. And you definitely looks like you past away smilling honorably and peacefully to me when I saw you. I hope you will now rest peacefully as your memory will not be forgotten. I am sorry if I haven't been a good friend. Bon Voyage my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, if you are ever there. If heaven really exists, let her indulge herself in heaven. Treat her like a queen in heaven. Because she really deserves to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea, I'm silly for talking to something that is not here anymore right?! So what the heck?! If you don't like it, don't ever come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-116032967251187455?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/116032967251187455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=116032967251187455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116032967251187455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116032967251187455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-loving-memory.html' title='In Loving Memory...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-116007728080621726</id><published>2006-10-06T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T03:41:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow up please...Think maturely please...</title><content type='html'>Like Seriously?! WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not do it because I respected the opposite party.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the other party because I respect both party.&lt;br /&gt;I did not ever think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;I act base on what both party would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like messing around with any of both party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why you did not get it?&lt;br /&gt;It is because of your f**king attitude towards me and the other party.&lt;br /&gt;That is never the way of asking one party and never ever say the other party for being unfriendly for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;It is your fault that you are mad.&lt;br /&gt;It is your fault that you brought this to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Never have we think of you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It is you that think we think of you that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help you.&lt;br /&gt;I did what I am suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;I will do what I said I'll help you to do.&lt;br /&gt;I did not lied about what I said.&lt;br /&gt;It is just the matter of time before you get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with the f**king attitude you showed.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I should help you?&lt;br /&gt;I think I should help the other party instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go think.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not any wiser or elder or mature to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I THINK about it.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask is THINK about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF BIATCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-116007728080621726?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/116007728080621726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=116007728080621726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116007728080621726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/116007728080621726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/10/grow-up-pleasethink-maturely-please.html' title='Grow up please...Think maturely please...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-115981692692560270</id><published>2006-10-03T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:49:41.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old things tends to be better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, 4th October, 2006. Marks the first day of class.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is a brand new world, a brand new style, a brand new life, a brand new friends...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/258878051"&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/114/258878051_fffefe77b4_d.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From Left: John (China), Emily (Singapore/Malaysia).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/258879655"&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://static.flickr.com/110/258879655_42777fae2e_d.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From Left: Francis (Singapore), Tammy (Hong Kong).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Emily, Francis &amp;amp; Tammy are one of the first person I met in the uni. Really great bunch of peeps.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They're my new friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But, I somehow misses the old ones (Yes f**kers! I miss you guys damn it). &lt;br/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Emily, Francis &amp;amp; Tammy don't get me wrong. You guys are great as well!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com" target="_new" title="Flock"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-115981692692560270?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/115981692692560270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=115981692692560270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115981692692560270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115981692692560270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/10/old-things-tends-to-be-better.html' title='Old things tends to be better...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-115964201805275179</id><published>2006-10-01T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T02:46:58.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Me Please...</title><content type='html'>A walk back and the mind is getting all mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an ass.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a dumb fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm smart, but I feel like i'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm surrounded, but yet I feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm missing something, but I don't know what am I missing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel its time to move on, but I can't bring myself to move and I can't figure how to move.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the direction is pointed out, but yet I still got lost.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm being approached, but yet I feel like I'm being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I belong there, but yet I feel like I'm taken on pity.&lt;br /&gt;I feel regretfull for things that I have done.&lt;br /&gt;I feel regretfull for things that I have not done.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have everything I needed, but yet I feel like I have nothing from the start.&lt;br /&gt;I said not to make a fool of yourself, but yet I still make a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I said just do it, but yet I can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;I said bring yourself to it, but yet I feel so heavy to bring it.&lt;br /&gt;I said think before you do something, but yet I don't think before I do.&lt;br /&gt;I said some things are not meant to be think-ed, but yet I think so much.&lt;br /&gt;I want to just let things flow on, but I can't be able to follow the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had an objective, but I can't feel the objective now.&lt;br /&gt;I need something to keep me moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost the motivation to keep moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I really need some motivation.&lt;br /&gt;I need help.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what help I need.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what should be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-115964201805275179?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/115964201805275179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=115964201805275179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115964201805275179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115964201805275179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/10/kill-me-please.html' title='Kill Me Please...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-115614685814713589</id><published>2006-08-21T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:54:18.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was on my way out to the photo shop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Turned on the tv.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There it was...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img align="" alt="" border="0" height="250" hspace="0" src="http://www.lifetimetv.com/images/movies/originals/momsixteen_synopsis_photo.jpg" valign="" vspace="0" width="142"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;No...The chics didn't jump out of the tellie!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Its &lt;a href="http://www.lifetimetv.com/movies/originals/momsixteen.php"&gt;Mom At Sixteen&lt;/a&gt;. On Hallmark Channel (Channel 11 on Astro)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I highly recommend anyone to watch. If you do not drop a fucking tears...You can go to hell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Seriously! Its the most blardydamnfuckingsuperkawultra emo-est movie I've ever seen!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*Warning* - Not for those faint hearted. You might cry your heart out till you can't breath through the whole movie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Btw...The main cast is so sweet! and...Do high school teachers are really that hot in the states?!&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right; font-size: 8px"&gt;Blogged with &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com" target="_new" title="Flock"&gt;Flock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-115614685814713589?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/115614685814713589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=115614685814713589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115614685814713589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115614685814713589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg_21.html' title='OMG...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-115436943570471970</id><published>2006-08-01T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T02:12:10.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Good And You'll Be Treated Bad...</title><content type='html'>7.13pm - Got a sms from a friend. Saying A is in the critical stage and she's dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.15pm - Just woke up. Saw the message. Called B to confirm what is going on with A. B said A went through an operation in the morning and the Doct said if anyone would want to visit her, this is the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm - Called C,D &amp; E to tell them about A. C &amp; D said they wants to go visit her. E couldn't be able to go. Couldn't blame E, he/she is having 3 practical test on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.40pm - Told mum that i want to go out to visit a friend of mine who is dying. She thought I made up a story to go out with my friends. FOR FUCKS SAKE! WHO WOULD JOKE ABOUT THIS KINDA OF STUFF?!!!! I was furious. So is my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.45pm - Told C &amp; D I can't go with them because my mum forbid me. Feel so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.15pm - Called my dear to talk to. What a relieve to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.15pm - Called C&amp;D to ask about the situation of A. C&amp;D said that I should really be there, because she's in a real real bad situation. My eyes started tearing, heart ache, mind kept thinking why am I at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.20pm - Called F to come and fetch me. Because I need to sneak out and I have no transport. I couldn't drive because if I do they'll know. F was super nice to stop whatever he was doing and head straight to my house without any doubt. Btw, F is Ken Seong. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.45pm - Ken Seong came over and pick me and we head straight up to Hospital University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.20pm - Reached the hospital and quickly meet up with C&amp;D to go to the ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm - Stood still in front of the room, was afraid of seeing what is going on behind the curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.35pm - Finally decided to go in to have a look at her. Couldn't able to stand long to see her. It was too upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00am - Talk to A's best friend G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.15am - Went back to the room again to look at her. She was awake, I said "Hie A". Then I stood there speechless. I couldn't stand looking at her, it makes me feel very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.20am - Went back to bid her farewell as well as saying some encouraging words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know when you'll be dead. But at least most of us think that we're still young, everyone dies at old age. But this is so unfortunate for A. She was such a brilliant student, the brightest in the class, the leader of the group, the lively and noisy one, the soft hearted and charitable one. So much more in her that's so good. She's also very very very very very very very actively involved in The Red Crescent Society (Persatuan Bulan Sabit Merah). Best friend G went and ask the Red Crescent Society to help and rally a donation for A. Red Crescent Society said NO, and they have much more things to consider in the world. This is what you get when you do so much and yet you get nothing back. Of course, when you do something for someone, you shouldn't be expecting back anything. But what the heck?! When she's dying, can't you even fuckingly raised a fucking little small donation for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, guys...The person A I'm talking about, her name is Lam Soo Kean, she is my ex-highschoolmate. I'm not that close to her, but she's still a friend. She, from what I heard is that she has got Ovarian Cancer. She is now in the critical stage. Her parents are really really in need of financial support to cover her medical cost. She's already been admitted into the hospital for about 4 months. 4 months of staying in the hospital would mean her parents have to forge out a fortune to pay her medical cost. Doctor said she has no chance of recovery, BUT what if she recovers? She'll be in need of medication supplies. All that will cost her a bomb. Lam Soo Kean's best friend Sheryln is trying to raise some cash for her parents to cover her medical cost. Any of you would want to donate any cash in any form can contact her about it. If you guys wants her contact number, drop me an e-mail at qwertyness@gmail.com and i'll email you her phone number. She'll supply you with the report as a proof that this is not a hoax. Kind hearts and souls out there, please reach out and give a helping hand. She needs help in all sorts of way. May it be spiritual or cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believers out there, pray for her. I'm not a believer myself, but for her sake, I will pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To GOD: If you are reading this, my faith in you is as thin as paper. Show me a miracle. For I will pray every single night if she were to recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-115436943570471970?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/115436943570471970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=115436943570471970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115436943570471970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115436943570471970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-good-and-youll-be-treated-bad.html' title='Do Good And You&apos;ll Be Treated Bad...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-115385721169392455</id><published>2006-07-26T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:53:31.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalalalalala....</title><content type='html'>walla!! I suddenly have the urge to blog! Huuurrrggghhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking some heat off from all the stupid studying going on. I have less than 5hours of sleep these days. To be actual, 4hours, the another hour is to actually get my mind to shut and sleep. Can't do the math? It means, there is 24hr a day. I sleep for 4hours, and i'm awake for freaking 20hrs each day. About 12hours of my day is spent in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Whasa90@( YOU DOING THERE?! For 12 FREAKING HOURS?!&lt;br /&gt;Answer: To study la you FOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a stupid exam this whole week...and lessons that i learned from this exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 1: DO NOT skip any tutorial classes.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2: MEMORISE your tutorial question &amp; answer.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3: errr....I think there is no lesson 3...yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Wha? Tutorial? Relax la...no need to go wan...&lt;br /&gt;Answer: No need to go = have a super hard time in exam. If you go = you'll do good in exam. Why? Because the teacher are so lazy to set new sets of question that they actually took the question from the tutorial sheets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What are you doing here then?! Go DO your tutorial la! Exam weh!&lt;br /&gt;Answer: I was doing it la dumbf**k. Having a break now... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is driving me crazy...plus WHY IS THERE SUCH THING AS HUNGRY GHOST FESTIVAL?! This stupid festival will make my night life miserable!&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because my mummy is superstitious and your mummy isn't! To make it worst... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 f**k**g days of happy holidays for ghost = 60 days of miserable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the festive just need to start when I end my Year 1 degree! And when I was planning to spend my nights out at some gigs going on in the country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, anyone going to Laundry Bar on thursdays and need a friend? CALL ME! FYI, every thursday night is they have live band action. YES! LIVE BAND ACTION!&lt;br /&gt;And...The Sunrise Jazz &amp; Rhythm Festival 2006 will be kicking off soon!! It will kicking off from 28th July - 12th August. All the shows will be on Friday and Saturday nights! WOOOTT!!! and and and......Taaadaaaa!!! ITS FREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;For you CosmicFunkExpress fan, 4th of August is the date you should mark. Because...It's their last gig. I heard they're breaking up (according to a friend). They will be performing at The Sunrise Jazz &amp; Rhythm Festival. I haven't heard their musics before, but I keep hearing their name. So it should be good and I wouldn't want to miss it! Anyone wants to go with me??? *big grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh...regarding the hungry ghost festival. I was driving to Shanmuga (a mamak with really good fried chicken/roti canai/nasi lemak/teh ice/DAHL!) to buy some dinner for myself at about 12.30am. Yes..Dinner and not Supper. On my way back, i was thinking does ghost really exist? What if i come across one? Should i chant Namo Amitabha? Or should I paste the "yellow paper with chinese-but-not-like-chinese writing" on the forehead of the ghost? Or should I show him the Al-Quran? Or should i show the ghost a cross?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if i show him a cross? Will he go like "ARRGGGHH!!!! NNOOOOO!!!!" and fly away? Or will he be like, "I'm not a christian ghost you fool! I'm a taoist! So I'm not afraid of cross! Do better next time!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if there is ghost and you saw one. What will you do? Humour me...Will you show him a cross and get fired back saying he/she is not a christian ghost? (Hey...I'm not saying bad about christian. I'm using cross and christian because it sounds nice. That's all, no religion preference here. Don't get upset.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...back to reality...back to my stupid tutorial paper again...Till then...&lt;br /&gt;Don't Miss Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-115385721169392455?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/115385721169392455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=115385721169392455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115385721169392455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115385721169392455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/07/lalalalalalalala.html' title='lalalalalalalala....'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-115160598974001114</id><published>2006-06-30T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T02:38:10.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IAMSOTIREDANDITSLATEATNIGHTICOULDN'TSLEEPMYASSOFF!</title><content type='html'>Hickerie dickerie dock...&lt;br /&gt;The mouse went up the clock...&lt;br /&gt;The clock struck two...&lt;br /&gt;I f**king screw the mouse for keeping me awake at 2am...&lt;br /&gt;Hickerie dickerie dock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note*-No animals were harm during,before or after the blogging session nor f**ked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blardy ants...invaded my drinking water...&lt;br /&gt;No! Its not even sweet, its just plain sky juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note*-I said no animals were harm, not no insect were harm. Anyhow, they were too greedy that they drown themself in the water! It ain't my fault. This is what happen to you when you "cari pasal" with me...&lt;br /&gt;*cari pasal = find fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new iPod, or any hdd based mp3 player. My current poddy couldn't hold my whole library. A friend of mine asked, how the heck are you going to listen to so many songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently, at this moment, have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28.83GB&lt;/span&gt; of music.&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5908songs&lt;/span&gt; in total.&lt;br /&gt;That is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16days&lt;/span&gt; worth of music.&lt;br /&gt;Equivalent to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;384hrs&lt;/span&gt; of non-stop rockin' involved.&lt;br /&gt;It's about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23040min&lt;/span&gt; of relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;Means your ear drum are being massaged for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1382400seconds&lt;/span&gt; of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why would Apple create a 30GB iPod?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Because they knew suckers like me would have too much music to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why would you buy an Apple iPod 30GB?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Because you fucking knew that you had and need that amount of space for your music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why a lot of people wants an Apple iPod 30GB?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Because its the "in" thing. Apparently, according to survery, iPod is the most "in" thing, surpassing beer as the most "in" thing this year. And these people, don't even fucking utilise the iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why would you buy an Apple iPod 30GB when you're not fully utilising it?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Because you think you look cool with that white earbud hanging out your ear. Because you had too many cash too spend on. Because of peer pressure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Why am i pissed about this?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Because they fucking dissed me for having SO MUCH music that I couldn't listen to. Because they don't fucking utilise the poddy. Because they have SO LITTLE music that even a 1GB player could handle (That is only 3.33% of the total worth of 30GB of memory space poddy have) . Because I love brining my music library with me and what is your fucking problem about it? Because I can't stand listening to repeated musics, HUGE library of musics avoids that. Because the radio station sucks. Because you taste of music sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme' ur iPod...or I'll make your life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;I know of a friend who deserve the iPod more than you.&lt;br /&gt;Please...give me one good player that could hold my entire library.*wishing hardly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...I am going nuts for not being able to sleep tonight. HELP. HELP. HELP.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why am I saying all these. NEED SLEEP. NEED SLEEP. NEED SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockin on with my tunes: Work,Work,Work (Pub,Club,Sleep) by The Rakes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-115160598974001114?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/115160598974001114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=115160598974001114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115160598974001114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115160598974001114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/06/iamsotiredanditslateatnighticouldntsle.html' title='IAMSOTIREDANDITSLATEATNIGHTICOULDN&apos;TSLEEPMYASSOFF!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-115011923759260739</id><published>2006-06-12T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:33:57.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She turn me on...</title><content type='html'>I know you know that I know you know I know what you want to know about what turns me on right? I'll be so happy to tell you what turns me on. If you're a female and you're in a alternative or rock band and you rock to the music that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! You tell me, how many female are actually involved in altband or rockband?! So few that you can count with your pity small lil' finger. Okay...I hear you. You'll prolly say "Avril Lavigne is! She's a punk rocker!". Nah...She don't really turn me on. Sad to say, but she's on a lil' pop-ish side I would say. No offence to you Avril fan out there(specially KenSeong), I like her songs, but I wouldn't categorise her in my kind of rock style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why don't people in Malaysia plays song from female rocker?! I can say almost 100% of all alt/rock band songs are based on fully male bands. Didn't they say women should get involved more? And also, women can do anything men can do? Why aren't they showing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine a female, holding a guitar or drumstick shouting and rockin' on the stage with the crowd just like how Karen O from Yeah Yeah Yeahs did. Wouldn't that turn you on?&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea...You'll prolly say I prefer a girl that is more feminine, girl that rocks are rough. You know what I'll say?! You need to open your eyes bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at French, Nadia &amp; Lexi from the band called Magneta Lane. Just look at them, they look and act oh so feminine. But hey! They're rockers!! How cool is that?! Seriously, don't you get turn on by these girls?! Man...if you're not, I Hate You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to know more about girls involved in alt/rock scenes? Well...these are the few bands that I HIGHLY RECCOMMEND! They may not be all girl alt/rock band. But they are in the band who actually perform, may it be bassist, guitarist, drummer, or vocalist. They all turn me on. But a Vocalist cum Drummer will make my eyes pop out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;br /&gt;The Chalets&lt;br /&gt;Magneta Lane&lt;br /&gt;Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;The Subways&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;br /&gt;The Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;The Donnas&lt;br /&gt;The Kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to put up more good bands if I remember or come across any new ones. In the meantime, enjoy the lady rockers! *Hand going swinging in the air like plucking a guitar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the ol' college life of an engineering student...Its boring.&lt;br /&gt;You want to know how boring it is?&lt;br /&gt;This is a darn good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time last week, we were having class. Its at 3pm. A teacher came into the class, not my lecturer though. We are not so sure why is he here. But we think that he's suppose to invigilate the class. Well, so half of the class was bored and most of us felt so sleepy. I might be because of the long day of studies, but if the class were to be interesting. I don't think anyone will feel any sleepy right? Okay, you might say students, they usually sleep in classes, its normal, you can't prove the class is boring by this. But how about, the teacher who is suppose to invigilate the class fell asleep as well?!! Now you know how bored my class is?! Even the teacher himself fell asleep! Now tell me...Do you think my class is boring? If you don't, I'm so gonna smack your face with anything hard I can get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Now: Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Gold Lion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-115011923759260739?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/115011923759260739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=115011923759260739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115011923759260739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/115011923759260739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-turn-me-on.html' title='She turn me on...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-114952065981031794</id><published>2006-06-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:22:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck is your friggin ass problem?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If...you are involved in some sort of a competition. This competition is something you cannot evade, you must do it. Because, it has everything got to do with your life, your future. You are then given two choices of routes to complete the competition. One the harder one, one the easier one. And this has to be done with some other people, its a teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with the easier one first. Let's take the easy route as Route #1. By taking Route #1, you will reach destination A. This route wouldn't be a bumpy ride, but it'll be fun. You'll gain lots of experience by taking this route as well. Also, it'll take less time to complete the whole Route #1. Completing the route early gives you more time to complete any other challenges/competition you have in life. And, this route is 100% guaranteed way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the harder route, we'll take it as Route #2. By taking Route #2, you will reach destination A as well. But...with a big twitch! This route...It will be a super duper bumpy ride, it'll frustrate you, and you'll gain the same experience by taking Route #1. Alrite, maybe more. But its only a teeny weeny bit more! Fun? Well...it'll only be fun if you've completed it. Oh, and this route, you are not sure whether it can be completed within the time frame given. And it has a higher probability that you might not even complete it. In order to complete Route #2, you will need full understanding about this route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...among these two routes. Which will you take? Route #1, or Route #2?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;By normal human nature, its obvious anyone would choose Route #1 right?! Why the friggin hell do you want to choose Route #2?! The time that we've got in hand its not enough, well you don't even know whether is it enough! And, for Route #2 you'll need full understanding about it! So far, people that have taken Route #1 has reach almost 25% of the route. But us, we are only at a merely 5% at all! When asked how far have you covered the route, you answered 25%. When asked how you did it, you said that you had an idea only on how to cover the route, but you haven't! You are still at friggin &lt;5%!&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do The Whirlwind &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Architecture In &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Helsinki&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Owls Go &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Architecture In &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Helsinki&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wishbone &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Architecture In &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Helsinki&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scissors Paper Rock &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Architecture In &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Helsinki&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red Admiral’s (Gonna Pass Me) &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; The Minders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Eyes Are Liars &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Sound Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red Sea, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Black Sea&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Shearwater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Careful Hands &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Sleeping At Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bat Macumba &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Gilberto Gil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quiet as a Mouse &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Margot &amp; The Nuclear So &amp;amp; So’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Price of Winter &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; The Amazing Pilots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Elefant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lover I Don’t Have To Love &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Bettie Serveert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Don’t Care What My Friends Say &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Chris Holmes &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Action &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; We Are Scientist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanasakajijii Four: A Great Wind, More Ash &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Anathallo &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Mandy &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; The Spinto Band &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hand On Your Heart &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; José González&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Skeleton &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Bloc Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frantic &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; The Lovely Feathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good Weekend &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Art Brut &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Theme Chalets &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; The Chalets &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Night Rocker &lt;b style=""&gt;by &lt;/b&gt;The Chalets &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grand Machine No.12 &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Electric President &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;World Spins Madly On &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; The Weepies &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay Where You Are &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Ambulance Ltd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be Gentle With Me &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; The Boy Least Likely To &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paralyzed &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Rock Kills Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next To Argyle&lt;b style=""&gt; by&lt;/b&gt; Scissors For Lefty &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How To Save A Life &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; The Fray &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To All Of You &lt;b style=""&gt;by&lt;/b&gt; Syd Matters &lt;b style=""&gt;[Highly Reccomended]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There! Lots of music for you to discover hurh? If you like less than 70% of all my musics here, your taste sucks! Go now, built a playlist of these songs. Immerse yourself in a wonderful world of my music. It'll brighten up your day for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-114952065981031794?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/114952065981031794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=114952065981031794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114952065981031794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114952065981031794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-fuck-is-your-friggin-ass-problem.html' title='What the fuck is your friggin ass problem?!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-114831953220503105</id><published>2006-05-23T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:41:25.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...Crivens'</title><content type='html'>Its 15min past 1a.m. now. I'm suppose to be studying for my electrical&amp;electronics quiz tomorrow(not confirmed it is though). But I just got sick of all the laws and equations that I have to memorise and understand. So, I decided to immerse myself into a world of fantasy, a fairy tale land, a world of witches, a world of fairies, a world of magic, a world of The Wee Free Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to finished reading a book I borrowed from a buddy of mine(Hyon-Xhi), a book titled "The Wee Free Men". And so, I finished reading it after about half a year I'm having the book? Well, I'm the sort of guy who don't want to finish reading the book too fast, or maybe I'm lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, there is a sentence inside, used by the author in the storybook. I somehow...got that stucked in my mind. And...I agreed to what he has written in the book. This is what he wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A God who didn't understand would not be worth believing in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone agrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, isn't it cool to have a name like "Not-as-big-as-Medium-Sized-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock"?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I can have my son or grandchildren named as "Not-as-handsome-as-Tanned-Skinned-Guan-but-more-handsome-than-Soo-Guan-Guan"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye! What the heel it's goin' on with me?! You didnae understand a single word o' it do ya? Ach, Crivens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Hearin' to: Next To Argyle &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; Scissors For Lefty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-114831953220503105?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/114831953220503105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=114831953220503105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114831953220503105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114831953220503105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/05/ohcrivens.html' title='Oh...Crivens&apos;'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-114821720940934402</id><published>2006-05-21T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:16:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thermodynamics....What is it exactly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is what i have been learning from my classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Subject: Thermodynamics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;First Law of Themodynamics : The increase in energy of a system during a change of state equals to the net heat transferred to the system minus the net work done by the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Law of Thermodynamics: It is impposible to construct an engine operating in a cycle which will produce no effect oter than extraction of heat from a reservoir and performance of an equivalent amount of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is what I have been teaching to my lecturer (According to a "Wise" friend of mine...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Subject: Thermodynamics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?: Thermo is the heat radiated by hot female bodies. While dynamics is the movement of the hot female bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Law of Thermodynamics: Avoid HFTB(Hot From The Back) girls if possible. Because it usually turned out ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Law of Thermodynamics: Haven't actually been derived out yet. But this may be it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second law states that, it does not always obeys the first law. The overall "thermo" of a girl is determined by the judgement of an idividual. Some may agree with it and some may not agree with it. Some may say the HFTB's are pretty as well, some may say that the HFTB's are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All of these thanks to a "Wise" friend of mine. Creating all these thermo thingy for me. And putting the blame on me. He had ruin my good image in front of my lecturer. To make it even worse, it is the Head of School of Engineering Department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank goodness he is cool with it. He, actually asked me to set up a blog for the engineering students for now &amp; the future. And what we should post in it is what engineering students likes and dislikes on this very day of the year. Example: Taking a picture of a hot girl and post it on the blog, where in future, the trend might change and we could see how the future defines a hot girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The blog is said to be passed down to every juniors of the engineering society. And that the future can see what kind of engineers made it all happened in the future. Anyone volunteers to set one up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-114821720940934402?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/114821720940934402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=114821720940934402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114821720940934402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114821720940934402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/05/thermodynamicswhat-is-it-exactly.html' title='Thermodynamics....What is it exactly?'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-114762533785418597</id><published>2006-05-15T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:48:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who decides?</title><content type='html'>What is mature?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're mature enough?&lt;br /&gt;When will someone be mature?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think is mature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I will be rated as mature. But, I know for sure that I know I will never think I'm ever mature enough, or if I'm even mature at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, why are people deciding who is mature, and who is not? Are you even mature enough to decide whether other people is mature enough? Who decides that you are mature? Me? You? God(if he exists)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-114762533785418597?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/114762533785418597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=114762533785418597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114762533785418597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114762533785418597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-decides.html' title='Who decides?'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-114741237024754165</id><published>2006-05-12T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T13:39:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking polite?</title><content type='html'>Hey ho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what I'm up to? hmmm...well...Studies Sucks! There! You've just got to know everything about me the past few weeks! Looks like my summary skills have gotten better aye?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...the thing that is killing me is my results + my studies. Gotta work really hard this semester already. Well...I've made a few "New Semester Resolutions"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My New Semester Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay back in library everyday, at least until 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;2. Revise lectures tought after classes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish all tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;4. No more skipping classes &amp; tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;5. If tired, maximum an hour of afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;6. Aim high for exam! (at least a 70%)&lt;br /&gt;7. I get to watch a tv series a day! :P (Prison Break, Lost, House, One Tree Hill, The O.C, Scrubs, Smallville) Either one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all my resolution? Heh...Hope it'll help me through my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the world...&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to a friend of mine lately. You may call him weird. Or whatsoever...Read our conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: dude you there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guan: yea??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guan: missing me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guan: aahahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: yeah man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: i wanna taste your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: Yada Yada Yada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guan: You know what i'll say rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guan: You can fuck off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guan: ahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guan: Yada Yada Yada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: yeah and i love the way you say fuck off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: it's just unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: damn cool the way you put it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: some people sound downright rude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: yours is the exact opposite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: you have culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weirdo: Yada Yada Yada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guan: ahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Guan: whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you have any friends, or anyone that you know? That are...actually...happy...with...the...word...FUCK? I thought people get offended by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or did i actually put it in a polite way? How polite can fuck be? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* Fuck You! *grinning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find that polite? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;if you do find it polite...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;if not...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You as well!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding! Sorry if you get offended! Don't mean to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking off....&lt;br /&gt;ooppss...&lt;br /&gt;got to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-114741237024754165?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/114741237024754165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=114741237024754165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114741237024754165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114741237024754165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/05/fucking-polite.html' title='fucking polite?'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-114550818997030136</id><published>2006-04-20T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T12:43:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM AN IDIOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-114550818997030136?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/114550818997030136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=114550818997030136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114550818997030136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114550818997030136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-idiot.html' title='I AM AN IDIOT'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-114545745381045014</id><published>2006-04-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:38:19.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is?</title><content type='html'>What is life?&lt;br /&gt;What keeps you alive?&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of life?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I alive?&lt;br /&gt;Why is life so miserable?&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so much problem in life?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still alive?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people suffer in life? They might as well be dead.&lt;br /&gt;Why do want to to be alive?&lt;br /&gt;Why one life tortures another, and some life heal another?&lt;br /&gt;Why there exists life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you enjoy life?&lt;br /&gt;How do you end suffering?&lt;br /&gt;Will there be life without love?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be one with life itself? Or will you manipulate life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who decides on life?&lt;br /&gt;God, You, Me, Beggar, Monks, Pope, Prime Minister, King&amp;Queen, Parents, Animals, Jesus, Nabi Muhammad, Vishnu, Angels, Devil, Fairies or the Earth?&lt;br /&gt;If you choose God, Angels, Devil, Fairies, Jesus or Nabi Muhammad, where are they?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe the person next to you can be your angel or devil?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a soul or ghost or spirit standing next to you now? Guiding you all the way, let it be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there? Who could provide me with an absolute answer, a 100% answer, a convincing answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-114545745381045014?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/114545745381045014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=114545745381045014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114545745381045014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114545745381045014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is.html' title='What is?'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-114522257916702340</id><published>2006-04-17T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T05:22:59.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back In Action! BooWah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Greetings everyone! Its been quite some time since i last post...err...bout four months ago? Nah...Thats not long right? *Ignoring the fact*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! I'm back for good this time! Well...I'll try to post as much as possible. Heh...That's if I have the mood to do so. Well, what'd ya think about my new look?! Hahaha....spend a few hours doing this okay! You had better say its good...or else, I'll come haunt you day and night. Or maybe "sula" you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm actually on a three weeks break. Well, one week of my holidays have officially passed. Left two more happy weeks to be spent till my nightmares come again. This few weeks break is gonna be quite busy for me as well, as I am moving to new home! Yay! I'm damn sick of my current house. No Parking. Pandamaran La-La Chais blasting their cars at freaking 4a.m. in the morning. The female nattans coming in in a big bunch with smelly pasar malam perfume/mosquito repellent or whatever that is. Man, this place is so shitty. Can't even think of why my mum would want to move to this house in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my vocabulary and grammar sure have *improved* a lot by hanging out with my friends. Recently a friend said out this word. Know what is the past tense for the word "like"?&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;LIKEDED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...My english sucks...&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-114522257916702340?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/114522257916702340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=114522257916702340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114522257916702340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/114522257916702340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back-in-action-boowah.html' title='I&apos;m Back In Action! BooWah!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-113525379846209815</id><published>2005-12-22T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T20:16:38.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hola everyone! Well, blogging isn't really a thing i can spend time doing now. Because lots of stuff is going thru my mind, lots of problems. To sort it all up, i can put it in Coldplay's single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Stuck in reverse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;When you lose something you can't replace...(Alright, i did not lose something really. But there are something done that i can't replace.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The stuff that i had done the whole year. It screwed me up. I should have done all my assignments. I should have pay more attention in classes. I should have stay in library and study more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Some say that study smart is the way. Some say study hard is the way. So which? I'd follow both of them. About a month before my final exam, i started staying back in library to study. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Winnie&lt;/span&gt; told me to stay back like few months before that, but i didn't heed her word( I should have listen to you dear). You know what miracle can be done for just staying back in library at least 3 or 4 times a week? I know what it can do...Push up ur results! Yeah, it did push up my results...but not much. The only miracle only happened to my specialist maths subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I used to get a score of 2 or 3/20 for specialist maths. That's real bad right?! Yea, so i stayed back the month before exam, almost everyday, from 8am till 8pm. Hey! I don't nerd the whole day! I take occasional breaks walking around, shoot some hoops, and have a drink or maybe chat with friends. That one month, to be more exact its about 3 weeks only I think. I pushed my results, from 3/20 up to 10/20. That's one hell of a achievement in just 3 weeks! No, I'm not implementing that I'm fucking smart. But its just to tell, study hard and study smart does work on me. Well, i brought my specialist maths results up much higher than before. What about other subjects? A pure disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;English as Second Language - From 14 to 14/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chemistry - From 11 to 11/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Physics - From 11 to 13/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Maths - From 11 to 13/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;English, is a subject not everyone can score high. Practically, I'm quite happy with my english results. Taking into account that my language really sucks. But others, I'm not happy. I targeted to score at least 15 for my chem, physics, and maths. But look what happened? Maybe I'm panic? I don't know...I just think i did not put in much effort in these subjects. Taking it for granted. So, yesterday was my result day. I was so damn scared. Freaked out. After checking my results, both excited and very sad. I was happy that my specialist maths got a 10/20, although my target was 12/20. And looking at others makes me sad. Even sadder, when i got my over results. The raw score and the TER(Tertiary Entrance Ranking) score. I got 62 for my raw score and 67.75 for my TER. Go on...LAUGH! HAHAHA!!! SOO GUAN IS SO STUPID!!! fuck...Its so damn terrible okay. Which uni would want to accept me? Which?! All I have in mind is to repeat SAM. But hey! The top scorer for last yr SAM did repeat too! Why can't I?! But...everyone in SAM next year going to laugh at me in class and everywhere. Haunting me. Sigh...I don't know what to do...ciao...&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/15478887-113525379846209815?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/113525379846209815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=113525379846209815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/113525379846209815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/113525379846209815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/12/hola-everyone-well-blogging-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-113322496141235553</id><published>2005-11-29T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T08:42:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You guys out there, some of you may think that i have a great life. No. You're god damn wrong. I may not seem to be what it looks like to you. No one in this world knows me. Not even the best of my friends, not even the one closest to me. People always "assume" things about me, they do not know me. Not even my family. Is there anyone out there who really know me? No. I don't think there will be any. Those who think they know me, they only know less than quarter of me. Do you think you really know what i want? Do you really know what i'm thinking? Do you really know how i work my way around? Do you really know that I'm trying my very best? Do you even know that I'm actually suffering? HELL NO! NO ONE KNOWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that everytime, when i ask for something, i get the opposite thing. I never get what i wished for. The luxury that i had, i didn't ask for that. Why is it when i pray for the poor, they end up worse? Where the hell is GOD?! There is no God. Prove to me there is one...He never showed any sign to me that he's around. Not even a single bit. If God exist, there wouldn't be anyone suffering. Human are God's beloved creature? Bullshit. Why is there so many people suffering? Why would there be innocent people suffering, starving, and dying without love? And why the hell people that do all the bad things, end up living with all they asked for? My faith grows stronger not with God, but with the believe that God don't exist. Do you really think there's heaven and hell? Heaven are for good guys and Hell are for the bad ones? It may just be some created story to tell you, so that you won't do any bad things. Do God really exist? No. My prayers hadn't been heard. None of them. God is busy? Bullshit... We live by our own. We save our own asses. We work our own ways. But some people just can't stop controlling us. I hate being controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*(To those who believe in God. You may do so. I do not object your beliefs. and i have nothing against you. If you don't like what i'm saying here. Just fuck off alrite? Just walk away silently. Don't attempt to tell me anything about God. Because all i heard about God is no true. So go away...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering...Do you even know that? My heart is full with ache...Do you even know that? I always feel like dying...Do you even know that? Don't be surprised if one day, you will need to come for my orbituary. Or you may see in the newspaper, a teenager died in a tragic accident, teenager died while sleeping, teenager gone crazy. Many times, i thought of suicide. But something in my heart, so heavy that i couldn't kill myself. Something in my heart i must seek out. Everytime i laugh with you guys, you think I'm actually happy? It may be decieving. Sometimes, i look sick, do you think i'm really ill? No one knows my way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, i'm going to be rich. Not in my properties, money, or luxury. I'm going to be rich in life. I'm going to pursue my studies, and earn all the money that i could. For the suffering ones, the innocent ones. Someday, you will see me in Africa. I'm not on a tour there. Someday, you will see me working there, working without getting paid. Someday, you will see me alone, leading a solitary life. With no one attached to me. Unless, i found someone who truly undestands me. But, no one understands a bit close to what I'm thinking. No one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Coldplau - Square One"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in control, is there anywhere you wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;You're in control, is there anything you wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;The future's for discovering&lt;br /&gt;The space in which we're travelling&lt;br /&gt;From the top of the first page&lt;br /&gt;To the end of the last day&lt;br /&gt;From the start in your own way&lt;br /&gt;You just want somebody listening to what you say&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who you are&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the surface trying to break through&lt;br /&gt;Deciphering the codes in you&lt;br /&gt;I need a compass, draw me a map&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the top, I can't get back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first line on the first page&lt;br /&gt;To the end of the last page&lt;br /&gt;From the start in your own way&lt;br /&gt;You just want somebody listening to what you say&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who you are&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just want&lt;br /&gt;Somebody listening to what you say&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you just want somebody listening to what you say&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who you are&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Is there anybody out there who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Is lost and hurt and lonely too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Are they bleeding all your colours into one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; and if you come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; As if you've been run through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Some catapult it fired you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; You wonder if your chance will ever come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Or if you're stuck in square one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-113322496141235553?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/113322496141235553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=113322496141235553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/113322496141235553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/113322496141235553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-113263918593548042</id><published>2005-11-22T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:59:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="16" color="red"&gt;To hell you go queue cutters!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!! Exams over!!! Hard enduring weeks have passed by. No, i ain't gonna talk about the exams. It sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just surfing around and came across a post on my friend's blog about "old laddies cutting queues". Yeah! i've definetly have lots of comments on people cutting queue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, on friday. I was damn pissed off with a China Man. I end my finals on friday and so the whole class decided to go 1U (1utama) for Harry Potter. While queuing up to buy some snacks and drinks, these 2 China Men just came pass me and the guy in fron of me and just stand there. WTF?! That's damn obvious you're cutting queue! You know, when you're queuing up in bank, restaurant, ATM machines, ticketing counter, etc. You're suppose to be standing few feet away from the person at the counter right? This China guy just came and stand in front there! Do you know how fucking long we queued?! The guy in front of me gave a stare to that China guy. The China guy answered in a broken english style "Are you "lining" up?". The guy in front of me answered "Yes". The China guy was like *shheeessshhh* then start poiting to the guy in front of me to stand in the blank space (the space which you should be standing few feet away from the counter). He just ignored the China guy. The the China guy went to back of me to queue up. Later on, when the guy in front of me was at the counter, and I'm stading few feet away from him as supposedly. While waiting, I heard him saying to his friend "woah! hen pien yi weh! Na ke kele chai san kuai chien er yi!" (*in english* "Woah! Its damn cheap! That coke only cost three ringgit!"). &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To you guys who haven't been to China, 500ml of coke cost about RM3 there compared to a super large coke by GSC for only 3.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Then that China guy suddenly asking me in a rude way, "Are you 'lining' up?". I answered "Yes, I am". The he did the hand pointing again to that empty space. I got annoyed, and answered back in a rude way too "No! You're suppose to be waiting here and not there!". He just kept quiet after that. As a way of pissing him off...I took a damn long time at the counter, orders after orders. Then calling my friends to use my counter, leaving the China guy waiting and queuing. Guessed he acknowledge my call. I saw him standing few feet away from the counter. Heh...Go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against China people, they're nice. But not all of them! They go to other countries and acting like a bunch of barbarians. How do you even expect people to respect you?! Noticeable rude China people are usually those who travel abroad for work &amp; holidays. Those who travel abroad to study are usually more polite and civilised. Seriously, i like China. Its a nice place. The people there are not bad too. But when i encounter one of them out of their home country, i don't like most of them. No offence to China...I'm just telling what i'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about cutting queue, those people who cut queue in traffic are real fuckers you know! For example...you have a four lane road. The right most two lane are suppose to turn right, and the left most two lane are suppose to go straight. The right most two lane will have to turn right to another two lane street. Why the hell are you guys from second lane doing by cutting into the third land and forcing the cars from third and fourth lane to squeeze into two lanes?! Do you know that is damn fucked up? When people actually waited at the traffic light so long just to turn right? And because of you those people waiting to turn right ends up stuck in their lane for centuries! I admit i did do that before, but that's like once or twice?! That was because i was freaking late for the exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that i'm super good or what...But hey, please...Be civilised? If i have done anything you don't like...then just tell!! Don't talk behind my back fuckers! Show me what you've got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-113263918593548042?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/113263918593548042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=113263918593548042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/113263918593548042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/113263918593548042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-hell-you-go-queue-cutters-yay-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112964683186040593</id><published>2005-10-18T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:54:30.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;Hannnnaahhh...Oh Hannaaahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then (3rd January, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;- I was so scared to go to college, its my first day.&lt;br /&gt;- Was afraid to be in class with "nerds"&lt;br /&gt;- Dying to meet chics from college&lt;br /&gt;- Hoping there is chic in class or better, a class full with the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;- Was having thoughts running in my mind "Yay!! I'm a college boy!!! Chic will definitely hook me up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now (18th October, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;- Was worried dead about exam&lt;br /&gt;- 20 exact days till finals&lt;br /&gt;- 30 exact days till "Independence Day"&lt;br /&gt;- Half of me says LEAVE THE DAMN COLLEGE, Half of me says STAY WITH THE DAMN COLLEGE!&lt;br /&gt;- Found out that my "nerd" classmate was actually fun afterall!&lt;br /&gt;- Chic hopes failed...but Winnie is more than enough for me... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;- Worried about which college to get in, in a better way...Which will "accept" me first?&lt;br /&gt;- Sad to know the fact that i can't see her next year already...If only i could go Aussie...Then all will be done...&lt;br /&gt;- Too much things goin in mind...&lt;br /&gt;- Oh...It's almost a year! Christmas is coming!&lt;br /&gt;- *blink* Whoop!! Its already been ten months since i first entered college, and leaving soon...&lt;br /&gt;- ARRGHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...Anyway, had a gila day today...Never really studied much...Only studied during the Specialist Maths and English period...All other period we were only talking and chit chatting while nerding away with excercises given by teacher. Oh, Denny bought FHM magazine after our break. Heh...Hannah Tan was the cover girl! *growls* *meow* Hehehe...Denny read it during our replacement Chemistry period (Oh, that was the most boring teacher i ever had...) He came to found something that Hannah Tan likes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;FHM&lt;/span&gt; : What's the sexiest present you ever recieve from your boyfrieds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; : I don't know. I'm only at the third boyfriend. Non of them are actually very romantic at all. I always had to buy my own lingerie. I get my own toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" &gt;FHM&lt;/span&gt; : Toys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; : What else! You know the thing that comes with battery and vibrates. I think that is one of the most wonderful invention ever made. Ha-ha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys...don't get horny over her! ahaha!! Know what she meant by "the thing that comes with battery and vibrates"? Let your wild imagination carry you on! HAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny is getting so so super high knowing tha Hannah Tan loves d**do! ahahah!! He kept saying "Oh my god! She likes d**do weh!" No kidding...Don't that turn you own?? Oh, Denny stays nearby Hannah!!! He was planning to drop an invitation card to his birthday partaaayyyY!!! Ahahaha...I said lets go say this to her "&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;You be my battery...And I'll vibrate you.&lt;/span&gt;" Ain't I good with pickups line??? Ahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...time to NEEEERRRRRRDDDDDD!!!! Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Now: Hot Hot Heat - Island Of The Honest Man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112964683186040593?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112964683186040593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112964683186040593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112964683186040593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112964683186040593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/10/hannnnaahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112830665854710710</id><published>2005-10-03T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T10:31:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Will Try To Fix You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/48852737/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/48852737_36c54dc45b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/48852737/"&gt;And I Will Try To Fix You...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54736525@N00/"&gt;Soo Guan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look! Its Coldplay - Fix You lyrics! Me &amp; Ken Seong had nothing to do...So we choose to 'Re-Decorate' the Taylor's College class tables! Muakaka! Isn't it so meaningful? I mean the lyrics dong dong!! Hehe...Anyone need me to fix them? Kindly contact me please...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112830665854710710?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112830665854710710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112830665854710710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112830665854710710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112830665854710710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-i-will-try-to-fix-you.html' title='And I Will Try To Fix You...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112800760424979121</id><published>2005-09-29T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:26:44.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="18"&gt;Specialist Maths = Headache&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy shit...I've been on my study table preparing formulae sheet for my exam for freaking 5pm till now! arghh!! My brain is going to burst into powder already!!! Help!! I've got "Specialist Mathematics" exam tomolo...For S.A.M trials. Die... Why do i take this subject in the first place?! It will be much easier if i took IT!!! ARGH!! Darn...fucking off now...Still got more to go!&lt;br /&gt;tata!!! Last paper tomolo...So...GO SOO GUAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112800760424979121?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112800760424979121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112800760424979121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112800760424979121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112800760424979121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/09/specialist-maths-headache-blardy-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112739373352269374</id><published>2005-09-22T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:55:33.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="18" color="#FFFF00"&gt;FUCK YOU...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?? I don't understand why people just simply like to fucks people's life up...Is it that you had problem with their lifes? Or is it that you want them to feel your life? Why? Just let them live their life la...Its hard to get one's life back on track you know? Just fuck your own fucking life and leave the others alone...If you want them to feel how you feel, show them in fucking nice way! Not fucking their lifes up! and REAL friends don't hurt each other and they DO NOT throw back things at you! Think that you haven't found true friends yet...You will learn what is that...You WILL one day cry to have IT...You WILL one day DIE for it...You will...trust me...It might take some time for you to realise it...But its better late than never. For your case, I don't know you will. Because your current "best friend" is hell of a USER. How i know? You should find it out yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tribute to HER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Winnie Wong&lt;br /&gt;2. There will never be a number 2&lt;br /&gt;- She is the one, and she will be the first and the last...I lead a miserable life without you that day...Even with all my friends, i still felt a miss in my life. You. I just can't bare the thought of not having you dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tribute to these friends of mine who actually found their way of life...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hyon-Xhi, I was actually worried when u started to mix a lot with that person...I just don't know how to tell...Glad you're back on track&lt;br /&gt;2. Ju Jin, thank god you've found a new life. I'm serious...When i heard about you liking her, i think its hell of a mistake. She's just...more like using you. You deserve a much better one who would actually appreciate what you do and not backfire what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tribute to the BEST of my friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tan Hyon-Xhi&lt;br /&gt;2. Tan Ju Jin&lt;br /&gt;3. Edward Lim Wee Yang&lt;br /&gt;4. Gan Tze Yee&lt;br /&gt;5. Foo Chee Liang&lt;br /&gt; - Remember these five names above...They're hell of a friend who will be there for you, not dump you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tribute to...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ken Seong, do not give up on her...But you should know when is the time to move on and to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tribute to...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All S9 peoples...they're not much classes that are like us...Not everyone is as united as us...So start appreciating each other...Stop the nonsense of fucking each others attitude and stuff...Be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go...Sort up your life now...Not to say that my life is really sort up...Cuz I'm a messy guy...Ardioz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Now: The Zutons - Remember Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112739373352269374?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112739373352269374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112739373352269374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112739373352269374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112739373352269374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112734071598651596</id><published>2005-09-22T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T06:11:55.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="18"&gt;Sleep sleep sleep....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! Guess what? I've been sleeping from 7pm till 3am for 2 days already! what the hell is wrong with me?? Somone help me please...sleeping is so tempting and exam is near...I'm gonna be dead...REAL DEAD! To eww my readers off, I'm actually blogging while I'm poo poo~ing in the toilet! Muakaka! Ciao~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112734071598651596?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112734071598651596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112734071598651596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112734071598651596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112734071598651596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/09/sleep-sleep-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112722218806494928</id><published>2005-09-20T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:22:03.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="18"&gt;Aa Weem Bah Weh...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight...hehe...Well...I have 2hrs break for today. My Maths lecturer is not her...so we've got too much free time...look...We all love Lion King don't we?? Hehehe...We're dancing to the Lion King theme song actually by The Beach Boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- begin embedded QuickTime file... --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;!-- begin video window... --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;OBJECT classid='clsid:02BF25D5-8C17-4B23-BC80-D3488ABDDC6B' width="176"&lt;br /&gt;        height="159" codebase='http://www.apple.com/qtactivex/qtplugin.cab'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;param name='src' value="http://us.f1.yahoofs.com/bc/433006d0_eaa1/bc/My+Documents/Lion+King+Dance.3gp?bfOABMDBKHF7JjNe"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;param name='autoplay' value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;param name='controller' value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;param name='loop' value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;EMBED src="http://us.f1.yahoofs.com/bc/433006d0_eaa1/bc/My+Documents/Lion+King+Dance.3gp?bfOABMDBKHF7JjNe" width="176" height="159" autoplay="true" &lt;br /&gt;        controller="true" loop="false" pluginspage='http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download/'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;!-- ...end embedded QuickTime file --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112722218806494928?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112722218806494928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112722218806494928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112722218806494928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112722218806494928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/09/aa-weem-bah-weh.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112721663858622272</id><published>2005-09-19T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:48:16.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="18"&gt;A Wonderful Visit To Sunway College...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola! heh...End class early today, suppose to be staying and study in the library...But! Three horny asses KenSeong, Vincent &amp; Denny wanted to go to Sunway College for the launch of R.Age. Those 3 horny asses wanted to see Hannah Tan &amp; Dawn Ling in action...but was quite disappointed when they reach there, cuz they are all gone. And Hannah Tan &amp; Dawn Ling wasn't there too. It was DJ Blink &amp; Goldfish. Well...we took a "detour" to go have a look around Sunway College. WOAH!!! WTF??!! You actually have San Francisco Coffee House there?! So is Auntie's Anne, and japanese food! What is this? This ain't a cafeteria...That's a Restaurant! Wish i our college have nice coffee shops...Stupid Taylor's college...hehee...Well...it was quite bored to just walk around...You knnow....To check out chics?! Denny said "I'm in Taylor's for almost a year and i only saw a few chics, but in less than an hour in Sunway College, I saw so many!" Hahaha! It's quite true actually...Anyone agrees??? Well...YauFei wanted to treat us for a game of pool. But its only a game for two. So Me, KenSeong, Vincent, &amp; ChorYeow went to toilet a while. Heh...another detour! We went scouting around classes to look out for chic...hehehe...This Vincent, he went into the classes and pretend to find someone. But the real motive is actually to find chic in the classroom! ahahah! We hunt for classes to bump into...here is a video of what we did....ekekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- begin embedded QuickTime file... --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;!-- begin video window... --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;OBJECT classid='clsid:02BF25D5-8C17-4B23-BC80-D3488ABDDC6B' width="176"&lt;br /&gt;        height="159" codebase='http://www.apple.com/qtactivex/qtplugin.cab'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;param name='src' value="http://storage.xlcore.com/public.php?shared=V1dscFRXbHVSV3RmVTNWdWQyRjVMak5uY0E9PSA0NzdhNDI5ZWE1NWQ4YTZhNWNiMDY1NTk1OWIyNmM2MTM4ZDRjOGRi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;param name='autoplay' value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;param name='controller' value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;param name='loop' value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;EMBED src="http://storage.xlcore.com/public.php?shared=V1dscFRXbHVSV3RmVTNWdWQyRjVMak5uY0E9PSA0NzdhNDI5ZWE1NWQ4YTZhNWNiMDY1NTk1OWIyNmM2MTM4ZDRjOGRi" width="176" height="159" autoplay="true" &lt;br /&gt;        controller="true" loop="false" pluginspage='http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download/'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/OBJECT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;!-- ...end embedded QuickTime file --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/Picture0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/320/Picture0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these 3 lifeless bugger...Hunting for chics to get phonenumber....Sigh...Someone help them please...Kids nowadays...Hehe...Fucking off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Now: Foo Fighter - DOA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112721663858622272?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112721663858622272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112721663858622272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112721663858622272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112721663858622272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/09/wonderful-visit-to-sunway-college.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112705679150977899</id><published>2005-09-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:54:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="20" color="#FF88C8"&gt;Instant Orgasm 101&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get instant orgasm? Well...I have a way for you to achieve instant orgasm in a group of more than 2 person!&lt;br /&gt;Okay...Let me give you the steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring a few friends over to your place...or anyone's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a big screen TV, best to be a LCD/ DLP projecter and a good sound system with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait...are you thinking what i'm thinking?! No! We're not going to bang each other while watching porn! That's way too gross!!! How could you watch porn in a group?! EEWWW!!! okay...lets move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab an XBox with 4 controllers! and a copy of HALO 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play a multiplayer game with your friends! In "Slayer" mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Step 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream your way while killing your freinds in HALO2 and reach your instant orgasm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding guys! I had my instant orgasm yesterday with a buddy of mine - Hyon-Xhi! ahahaha! We just can't stop laughing and screaming and scolding each other! ahaha! WOOHOOO!!! Seriously...HALO 2 rocks! You guys should try it...Don't have an XBox? Well...You can call me up and come my house!!! We can have our instant orgasm together!! WWHHHEEE!!! hehehe...Well...remember to book your appointment with my secretary first Ms.Winnie Wong(My dearest...) hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go...try it...you'll have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Now: New Radicals - You Get What You Give&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112705679150977899?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112705679150977899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112705679150977899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112705679150977899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112705679150977899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/09/instant-orgasm-101-how-do-you-get.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112705609670350553</id><published>2005-09-18T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:53:39.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="20"&gt;Back~!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...First, SORRY for not updating! heh....How long is it since my last post??? Bout 3 weeks??? Nah...just felt so lazy to post past few weeks...Okie...I'll update on what's actually goin on this week? Hmm....Let me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="14" color ="red"&gt;R.AGE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed you guys out there should have known bout this new newspaper section right??? Its called All The R.AGE (Don't actually know what does it stands for actually). Yea, they come to my college for some introduction thing to us this monday the 12th. It looks boring....but when me and Ken Seong saw the names of guest list....HEH...Horns coming outta us! We actually skipped break to see what's goin on!(Mind you...we don't usually skip break, cuz break is important!) Okay, Hannah Tan, Marion Counter, and Dawn Ling(some KDU chic) came. OH MY GAWD! They're HHHWWWAAATTT!!! No kidding....specially Hannah Tan! Well...I didn't get that horny if that's what you're thinking asshole! The one who are getting horny bout it is &lt;font color="#FFD500"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ken Seong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp; &lt;font color="#FFD500"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vincent&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;!!! Want some prove??? Here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/Picture0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/320/Picture0034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!!! Isn't she HOT?! drroollllsss.....Look at the guy in white(Vincent), darn horny eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/Picture0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/320/Picture0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreee HannAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/Picture0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/320/Picture0032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah + Dawn + Ken Seong = Threesome?! NO WAY!!! Mind adding me in??? Foursome maybe?!! hahaha!! kiddin!!! Don't wanna interrupt ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/Picture0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/320/Picture0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this Vincent....He's taking photo with Marion and where the hell is he looking at?! Her boobs?! Nay! Too small to stare...Her looks?! Yea...maybe is her looks, cuz she look better in real life...and DAMN SHE'S TALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...didn't catch much of what's goin on at though, have to rush for class halfway through it. But i at least i cought something nice they did. History of Dance 101! You guys know anything bout this? Long story...hehe...but they did a darn good presentation on this...Real funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...on Tuesday...hehe...Happy Belated Birthday Chor Yeow! Ken Seong &amp; Emily came up with the idea of suprising him for his birthday. Well...hehe...Look at his surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/Picture0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/320/Picture0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAA!!! His birthday gift!! A Brand New SUZUKI SWIFT 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/Picture0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/320/Picture0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah! Just kidding...we don't have enough cash to even buy the wheels...We just wrapped his car with...ermm Toilet Rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/Picture0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/320/Picture0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four culprit who did this...actually plus the camera man....Oppss...The camera girl! Emily...She did that! Not she wrap though....she's taking nice shades at the shops while we do the "HARDWORK" under the hot sun! Hehe...what to do...Most girls hates sun ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and guess what? Chor Yeow &amp; Emily knew each other from primary! and...Emily didn't even wished him Happy Birthday before?! What is wrong with you girl?! Hehe...This is the first time she said she wished him Happy Birthday....Chor Yeow, you must really remember this day of the year! Jot it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...the other days were pratically the same....Boring life...Oh, we had a Barbeque party last nite! Ermm...for Mid-Autumn celebration (Some call it Lantern Festival). Well...thanx Dear, because you came with me to the party. I always wanted you to come with me and mix around with my friends. I know you're quite lost there right? Hehe...sorry! But at least you get to know more of my "naughtiness" from my friends right?? I'm sure you heard lots of stuff from them...hehe...Specially from Swee Ling, Hyon-Xhi &amp; Edward! These 3 lil' biatches! Bitching bout me! Nvm though...I HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE! MUAKAKA! I bet Winnie will trust me more than truting you guys! So i don't care whatever you guys tell! GO ON!! ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....practically that was my whole week...Sigh...Boring life eh? hehehe....Anyways...You guys who are having exams...All The Best ya! I'm having my trials this coming Saturday...And i'm not even studying that much?! I'm doomed...No more playing this week...Die...Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Now: The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112705609670350553?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112705609670350553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112705609670350553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112705609670350553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112705609670350553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112541948976799841</id><published>2005-08-31T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T00:31:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/38612853/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/38612853_b7d7b78e93_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/38612853/"&gt;Merdeka!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54736525@N00/"&gt;Soo Guan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woohoo! Look at this? Its Vincent! He's dancing at SOULed Out here with the waiters! Para Para Sakura! What the hell is this? Dancing that to celebrate Merdeka?! Oh...He got a free round just for that! Cool eh? For you MuthaFuckers who don't want to pay for your drinks next time, here's some way to get one free!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112541948976799841?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112541948976799841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112541948976799841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112541948976799841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112541948976799841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112528149375912074</id><published>2005-08-29T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T10:11:33.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/38089000/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos29.flickr.com/38089000_775bf75b4c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/38089000/"&gt;Failed...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54736525@N00/"&gt;Soo Guan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An hour ago, was happily talking to my friends and teacher came in with bunch of papers. Goosebumps all over us looking at those papers, my worse nightmare is here...When i got the paper, sigh...I failed again! Damn those hardwork...Didn't get a good result...Got only 28%. I suck rite? The highest in my class is 70%, that is Yee Hua. Congrats girl! My class i think didn't do that well too...And i think i'm the lowest...Damn, fucking off now...Having physics now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112528149375912074?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112528149375912074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112528149375912074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112528149375912074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112528149375912074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/failed.html' title='Failed...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112505877754427706</id><published>2005-08-26T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:19:37.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosplay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/37333580/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos25.flickr.com/37333580_433bf283d7_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/37333580/"&gt;Cosplay!!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54736525@N00/"&gt;Soo Guan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at that two blur ass there! Ken Seong and Evie! On the stage! I'm reading evie's mind, "Stupid Soo Guan! I Gonna Kill You If You Take My Photo!". Right Evie? Oh, Ken Seong is in the gold and Evie is in red slut! Akaka! Ardioz~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112505877754427706?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112505877754427706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112505877754427706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112505877754427706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112505877754427706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/cosplay.html' title='Cosplay!!!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112505517964724685</id><published>2005-08-26T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T19:19:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slutty Evie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/37324906/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/37324906_1aa1819ca0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/37324906/"&gt;Slutty Evie!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54736525@N00/"&gt;Soo Guan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at her socks! Meow! Isn't she slutty? How much would you pay her? Hmmm...I wonder.... ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112505517964724685?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112505517964724685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112505517964724685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112505517964724685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112505517964724685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/slutty-evie.html' title='Slutty Evie!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112486446750484901</id><published>2005-08-24T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T14:21:07.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="18"&gt;Stupid You...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you realise? You have did something so careless and stupid! You have let go what you've wanted for 2years! Since the day you met her! What is wrong with you?! What happened to you?!! Where are your spirits??!! It's been 3months and 25days and you just let it go like that??!! WAKE UP!!! SOO GUAN!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! You Stupid FOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo Guan: On Lowering...Fine Overview. I have just done something very stupid! I didn't want to...I just couldn't give the best to her...i couldn't...I can't bare seeing her sad anymore...She, deserve a much better one...I, I'm just a useless stupid fool. All of you out there, don't be so stupid like me to let it go...No, don't give up like me. You will end up being pointless like me now...If she or he's all you've wanted, then fight for it. Go, show the person now...stop being like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP FUCKING CRYING!!! ARGGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing now: Coldplay - Fix You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112486446750484901?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112486446750484901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112486446750484901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112486446750484901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112486446750484901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-you.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112476685039872939</id><published>2005-08-23T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T11:14:10.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="15"&gt;I took up the challenge...and i failed...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time...I was so afraid to take up the challenge and face it. Since the time i took it once before, i knew i couldn't do it anymore, i knew i am not the one for the challenge. But one day...I told one person that i'm afraid to take up the challege, but that person told me, "How would you know if you will fail the challenge if you don't actually try hard to do it? Unless you have no confident in it...". I took quite some time to think about it...And when the day actually comes, i embrace myself with the challenge, i took it up, and i got the challenge. That challenge, it does not only last for a few minutes, hours, or days. But its the challenge of your lifetime. I took it up when most would think its not appropriate. Along the challenge, I face lots of bumps and hills, ups and downs. Till...One night...I lost the challenge...I did not confront the challenge well...That's why i always think i can never take the challenge. I lost the challenge, i don't know when will i ever be strong enough again, or where to find the courage to take up the challenge. I hope, it will be out there, somewhere...I wish...I pray...I beg... From today onwards, i shall listen my advice and do what that person told me. I will make myself to be a better one for the challenge. For i will make sure that the next challenge wouldn't be that easy...IT WOULD NOT BE...Sacrifices i have to make for the challenge...Or else, i'll be doomed for life. It's the challenge of your life...The time of your life, do not waste it. Go...Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;strong&gt;On Lowering, Fine Overview...I really mean it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112476685039872939?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112476685039872939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112476685039872939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112476685039872939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112476685039872939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-took-up-challenge.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112463301188026225</id><published>2005-08-21T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:03:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="18" colour="blue"&gt;Supersized Me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes and goes...&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why those two doesn't occur to me? Everything that comes to me...it doesn't seem to goes away...Why? It will just add up to me...and making things to be worse. How long more should i stand? How long can my feet support my bodyweight? Nevermind those, I just had to be patience. But why it never goes away and kept coming back?! WHY?! And...every cloud has a silver lining??? Where is the silver lining?! Where?! When will it appear?! The silver lining never showed up in everything that comes to me...I think they should change it to "Only Some Cloud Has Silver Lining"! LIAR!! and everything that comes to me has supersized me!!! ARRGHH!!! GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. For some confused readers of mine, i'm not talking about obesity here...I'm just feeling down...don't think any of you would understand...hell no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112463301188026225?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112463301188026225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112463301188026225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112463301188026225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112463301188026225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/supersized-me.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112455382911359158</id><published>2005-08-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:03:49.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="18"&gt;Pissed...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with going out at night?&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with staying at home?&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with not working?&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with going out with friends?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!! I just got home from friend's birthday party...First thing i step into the house was to hear her stupid irritating asshole chinese AH SOH voice!!! The blardy sharp toned!!! Can she be any better??!! When i just reach home...she started scolding me!! Saying everyday i only goes out with friends all...then dunno how to come back!!! WHAT THE FUCK??!!! Did she say EVERYDAY???!!! FUCK HER!!! I only goes out with my friends during the weekends or holidays!! What the hell is wrong with that?!!! What the hell is wrong with going out for lunch???!!! Then she started to say "Everyday only know how to go out, everyday only know how to ask money from me, only know how to spend money, can you earn back 5cent or not?, everyday only know how to sleep at home etc etc...." WHAT THE FUCK??!!! WHEN THE HELL I GO OUT EVERYDAY?!!! I GO OUT TO GO COLLEGE YOU DICKHEAD!!! And how the fuck do you expect me to go earn money while i'm FUCKING studying??!!! HOW?!!! See my schedule...wakes up at 6.20am, goes to college till 4pm, come back do my homework, that takes up for like how many hours? basicly spend almost the whole day!!! HOW THE FUCK AM I GOING TO WORK?!!! GO behind streets and SELL BACKSIDE IS IT?!!! And like i didn't earn any money before??!! FUCK YOU!!! I WORKED DURING FORM3 and 4 YOU ASS!!! REMEMBER THIS!!!! AND EARN SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT!!! and I'M FUCKING WORKING SOME MORE THIS FRIDAY!!! You blardily think i want to spend your fucking money?!! Let's see who spend money more stupidly!!! YOU!!! SPENDING ON YOUR FUCKING 4D!!! SO WHAT YOU'VE WON??!!! MONEY SPENT = MONEY WON!!! It is proportional!!! Learn PROBABILITY and CALCULUS!!! OH!! and why you have to be fucking superstious??!!! SPENDING FUCKING RM400 just to buy the stupid CHARM(azimat or called 'fu' in canton)???!!! YOU THINK IT REALLY WORKS!!! And HUNGRY GHOST FESTIVAL??!!! Because of that you don't let me out??!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! I DON'T SEE ANYONE DIE BECAUSE OF THAT!!!! You say before work i already started going out like crazy without her permission, and what will i be when i started to earn my money? you sure going to leave me already... YES!!! IF YOU CONTINUE YOUR FUCKING ATTITUDE!!!! I WON'T LET MY FAMILY BE DISTURB BY YOUR STUPIDITY!!! If i were to stay with the same house as you...ITS BECAUSE OF MY FATHER!!! Just wait till i get a pair of wings...just wait...WHAT KIND OF FUCKING MUM DO I HAVE??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKL:JHWOPIUY!{)(RU@KJBNERPW*Y#@!OU${(@UY$#!U$(*@YPOEIH*UDH{()QARUPH!O{IHY)(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real bad day for me...even Winnie doesn't seem to want to talk to me when i told her i might be can't go out tomolo for movie because my mum forbids me. She's like okayla...no need la then...I WANT TO GO WITH HER!!! ARRGGHH!!! WHAT THE HELL DO I DO??!!!! Sometimes...i really wished someone out there would end my life for me...I don't have the courage to end myself...any of you murderers out there...come for me!!!! ARRGHH!!! SO STRESS OUT!!!!! FUCKING OFFF!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry dear...I don't mean to hurt you or anything. I really want to do for you everything i could. I want to be everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s to my readers, please don't be scared of me. I won't eat you up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112455382911359158?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112455382911359158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112455382911359158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112455382911359158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112455382911359158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112455230989739516</id><published>2005-08-19T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T23:38:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="18"&gt;Italiannies&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum! went to have lunch with my dear Winnie yesterday! Suppose to watch movie, Charlie and The Chocolate Factory! ARGGHH!!! but no tix...so sad...But it's okay, i enjoyed my time with Winnie while having lunch. She was quite hungry at that time, so we browse thru the directory to see what nice food to eat...Then Italiannies struck my mind...Look at these food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/IMG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/400/IMG1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!!! oops...its not food...its my dear Winnie...Isn't she lovely?? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/IMG5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/400/IMG5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsala Mushroom Soup - Cooked with marsala wine?? hmmm....what is that??? WHO cares?!! Its superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/IMG8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/400/IMG8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Parmagianna - Hmmm this is just fine...maybe we ordered the wrong stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/1600/IMG6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/1434/400/IMG6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepperoni Pizza - Oh my god! This pizza rocks!!! Its superb!!! the crust, the tomatoes, the cheese...It's all perfectly blended and cooked!!! A real must try!!! It beats any pizza you've eaten! The simplest and the nicest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch in Italiannies in 1utama...The best things is, she enjoyed the food...and I enjoyed her company! Heh...we didn't eat finish the food though. It's wasted...We spend most of the time talking to each other! heehehe...We talked till we forgot bout everything in the world...I just love it...No stress!!! Wish could spend longer there...but time doesn't permit us to do so...Went for a lil' window shopping after that, saw lots of nice stuff...but...bought nothing!! ahahah! MegaSales is on!!! and we baught nothing??!!! How could this happened?!! Nah...maybe next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112455230989739516?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112455230989739516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112455230989739516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112455230989739516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112455230989739516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/italiannies-yum-yum-went-to-have-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112437801528499126</id><published>2005-08-18T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:13:35.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="15"&gt;Ka-Ra-O-Ke!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you combine you+bunch of friends+drinks+voice+hyper activeness+outgoing+singing? You get a bunch of whole karaoke fun!!! Yea...came back from Red Box Karaoke 2hrs ago. We had so much fun together! The room was huge...I sort of like trying to trash the whole area?! Ahaha! I jump on the sofa, I throw nuts around, I had fun pulling out tissue from tissue box and throwing all over the place, I had fun disturbing Cheng Yee, I had fun tickling almost everyone i can, I had fun squashing KwokThye, KenSeong, Denny, Chin Yuan, &amp; Yau Fei, I had NO FUN at all getting pinch on the face by the superbly naughty CHENG YEE!!! NOTE her name!! STAY AWAY!!! hehehe....just kidding...don't angry ya? Anyway, the room was so huge that it actually has its own Bar Style Seatings, Huge Huge Sofa, Huge screen, Huge Speaker, and....jeng jeng jeng! A PS2 in the room!!! When you're bored of singing...You've got some games to switch mood! Didn't know a karaoke room provides a PS2, or do they actually does?? I don't know...I don't go karaoke often. I can count with my fingers how many time i went...1, 2, 3...Its 6 times in total for my whole entire life! Know why? I just don't feel like singing in front of so many peoples. I prefer singing alone in the room. But, if the crowd actualy sings, i'll sing along too! NO! Not that i'm anti-social or not sporting enough you dong dong! I just don't feel like showing off my voice! Hehe...Nay! I don't have the voice to sing, and i tend to sing out of tune. I always enjoyed the part when all of us sings together and dance at the same time. Oh, talking about dance. Kimberly &amp; Vincent was damn funny! Both of them...doing formal dance in the karaoke room! It's those dance where you hold one side of your hand to the girl, and another at the girl's waist. What do you call that dance? Tell me... This Yee Hou, i think he enjoyed more with the PS2 than enjoying the singing. Let me tell you who has good voice! Denny has a kind of voice which resemble the lead singer of GreenDay (What's his name? I have bad memory for names), Rowena has a nice voice but she should control a bit. It's kinda sharp though, makes your ear feel tingling. Vincent too has a nice voice...but he have problems in pronunciation, can be fixed though. Li Yen, she has a good voice too! But...she sometimes kinda out of tune, can't blame her though, she isn't some pro artist. I think those are the ones that i think have good voice, its what i think guys! I can't judge any of you, and i know. So...chilling la alrite? This Cheng Yee &amp; Yee Hua were kinda acting stupid or funny?? ahaha! They are trying to sing the lyrics out by body &amp; sign languange, not verbally. It was fun to look at!! It was kinda stupid...but at least they're having a good time there! Well, i have lots of picture taken there actually. But its not from my camera. So i'll post it up some times soon. I'll need to grab my self a camera...anyone willingly to give me one?? Nah...don't think so...Anyway...Gotta go do my Specialist Maths work now, and alter some of my Physics experiment. All have to be handed in tomorrow. Sigh...SAM (South Australian Matriculation) is so stressfull...Don't pick this course! It'll suck out your life! No kidding! I should stop blabbing now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112437801528499126?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112437801528499126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112437801528499126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112437801528499126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112437801528499126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/ka-ra-o-ke-what-happens-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112435762121327354</id><published>2005-08-18T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:33:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karao-ke~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/35034127/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/35034127_c8ee816012_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/35034127/"&gt;Karao-ke~!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54736525@N00/"&gt;Soo Guan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at this huge mother fucker room!! You can do anything here you see?! I mean "everything" from singing to banging to coming! Ahaha! But i'm not doing it though! I'm just watching...Cuz i only sing when i'm alone...All of my classmates were here! We still have class tomolo morning! No...I'm not a karaoke freak! I'm here because i just wanna hang around with my classmates...To get rid my mind off something...I think you would know what i meant if you read my previous post. I don't wanna spend money! But nvm...Spending Money Therapy? Hehe...Alrite...Enjoying karoeke now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112435762121327354?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112435762121327354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112435762121327354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112435762121327354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112435762121327354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/karao-ke_18.html' title='Karao-ke~!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112433777200821720</id><published>2005-08-18T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T12:02:52.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push Up Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/34986483/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/34986483_9ee9d25495_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/34986483/"&gt;Push Up Baby!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54736525@N00/"&gt;Soo Guan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at this! HengTeng is doing push up in front of TCSJ, and in front of the crowds! Muakaka! We were having break before that...Denny dare HengTeng to do push up in front of Taylor's guard house! What Denny suppose to do is to...Yucks! He had to drink 'soy sauce+ice lemon tea'! So he did drink it...Should have seen his face reaction! I bet he had a hard time swallowing it! I remembered Hyon-Xhi did it once sometime last year in Modern Mamak...But Hyon-Xhi's was worse than Denny's...His was 'pure soy sauce+pepper+ice'...He was quite funny...He tried to swallow it, but i think its real terrible...He then puked on the table! Gross man! Argh! He was laughing like crazy ass! So is the mamak guy! Now...Wanna know how's the feeling? Go try it yourself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112433777200821720?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112433777200821720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112433777200821720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112433777200821720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112433777200821720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/push-up-baby_18.html' title='Push Up Baby!'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112429329221090584</id><published>2005-08-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:41:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Inc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/34829992/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/34829992_1b6b8f3da8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54736525@N00/34829992/"&gt;Apple Inc.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/54736525@N00/"&gt;Soo Guan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How nice could it be when an apple logo glows on your notebook? I was about to go to bed, off my lights and the apple logo cought my eyesight. I love my mac! Why mac rules? No.1 factor is it almost never crash! I had my mac about February this year...It had never gave me any problems! No more windows saying "System Not Responding", No more restarting the comp! But Windows XP has its own advantages too...So really, its up to your preference...I have one Windows comp, and one Mac...So i have both advantage! Go get yourself a Mac! Its only like RM2000++ for Mac Mini? Mac Mini is real mini...Space saving and solid! Think no more! Go get yourself one now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I should get paid for doing advertising for them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112429329221090584?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112429329221090584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112429329221090584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112429329221090584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112429329221090584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/apple-inc.html' title='Apple Inc.'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112429137281068105</id><published>2005-08-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:09:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, its just like all the other ordinary days i had. Wake up early in the morning, go college, crap around, and head back home. Didn't had a good sleep these days...Still very worried about my Specialist Mathematics performance! ARGGHHHY!!!! GET ME OUUTTAA HERE!!! I was trying all sorts of ways to get rid the Spec Maths out of my mind. In class, sigh...why must they keep mentioning about the exam?? I'm already so frustrated over it, and they have to fucking remind me about it?!&lt;br /&gt;Did try playing foosball to get my mind focused on something else...I went for few games of foosball at Asia Club with KenSeong, Crystal, &amp; LeongEng. Man! Tell you! NEVER!!! NEVER underestimate a girls ability i tell you! Crystal was pratically thrashing me and KenSeong! What do you call it? Beginner's Luck? Or she just plainly have the talent in her? She did not even have to do any skills, not a single one! What she did was just a tap on the bar, and BAM! There the ball goes into the aluminium goal post! Darn! When a few more balls left, ChinYuan took over KenSeong's place for a while. ChinYuan is a good foosball player and goes almost every single day! Guess what?! Even he himself got thrashed by Crystal!! DANG! Could she be any better?? The game was fun...really...it did lift my mind off for that moment, and keep laughing away and get awed by how "Ganas"(something like rough) she played.&lt;br /&gt;After break, i seriously had no mood to study. Just waiting for the time to pass by. I end my class at 2pm today. But i'll have to wait for my Dear to finish class at 3pm. I don't want to be alone. Trying to ask everyone what are they doing after class? Mostly are going back or studying...But Denny was so kind enough to accompany me. He suggested for few games of pool in Asia Club...here i go again! Now...I SUCK in POOL!!! HEARD THAT CHOR YEOW?!!! I seriously sucked in it...but its fun to be foolish once a while though. At least all those got my mind of stupid Spec Maths. Went basketball at 6pm, and played till 7pm. I'm such a useless guy...My Dear is studying at home even after exam, and what the hell am i doing?! Fooling around still!!! ARGGH!!! SOMEBODY WHACK ME!!! I had better go now...It's time to sleep...Been depriving myself from sleep these days. So long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112429137281068105?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112429137281068105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112429137281068105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112429137281068105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112429137281068105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-its-just-like-all-other-ordinary.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15478887.post-112420954875954901</id><published>2005-08-17T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:56:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right...I do have another blog, but that is like centuries ago and unedited...Felt like blogging now, but can't remember my username and password!!! hehe...SO...I created another!! So what??!! You've got a problem with it?? Come find me then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...2 months+ of hardwork...Gone in just a flick of ur finger...NO!! I should say when they say "You only have 5min left to complete your paper." This really makes me feel shitty...Today, at 3pm, I had my Specialist Maths Common Test 3(more like monthly). I worked so hard...did every single homework teacher gave, concentrate in every classes, and attempting questions teacher never asked to do. All vanished in this afternoon at 4.30pm. I did real real real badly...I was really sad and down and emo, it is either i have no talent, or its either i panicked during exam. During classes, at home, I can seriously do almost any question!! But when it comes to the EXAM HALL!!! All my knowledge..POOF!!! VANISHED!!! I WAS SO SO MAD AT MYSELF!!! HOW CAN I BE SUCH A FOOL!!! I recieve a warning letter from the college's management last few months, saying that i must perform in this exam today of mine. Cause, i've been not doing properly since i joined the classes. If i fail my this paper, I'm doomed. I won't be in my lovely class S9 anymore. I might be even working somewhere selling chicken rice. My life, my dream is doomed. My dearest would even looked down on me. Everyone will look down on me. Everyone has been putting high hope on me, saying always that i'll be successful, that i'm smart, that i will excel in everything i do. NONE of my friends, family &amp; most importantly, my dear Winnie never ever looked down at me before. They never did, although i didn't do good in my studies, they still believe i have the "hidden" abilities to do so. I disappointed everyone that put hope on me, my future is going to be doomed. After the exam, i seriously had no mood. I had to fetch Ken Seong &amp; Winnie back. They saw my disappointed look, both of them telling me to no worry so much, that i'll pass my exam, and i will stay in the college to continue my studies, and get over the exam and concentrate on my coming task. I really really wanted to cry at the moment i leave the exam hall. I really did. I wanted to scream as loud as i can. I wanted to punch things. To throw things. And do anything to clear my mind. So, after fetching Winnie &amp; Ken Seong back...I went to Southern Park basketball court to find my friends there. There it was, releasing my stress and sadness by shouting at my friends like crazy mother fucker. Sorry dear, i know you tried to cheer me up. Thanx dear...I really appreciated it...But i just can't shout at you...So i choose to kept quite instead. Anyway, at basketball court. It was quite a relief to throw the balls and shout at my friends. I never scored so many times before shooting 3-points. Hyon-Xhi said "WTF?!!! This is what you call exam stress??!!" I feel kinda nice, running around, shooting balls, shouting, chatting, crapping, laming around and such...I asked them to go dinner together, feel like getting out and release some stress. So i went dinner with Hyon-Xhi, Edward, Gan, Chong Wee &amp; Alvin. We had dinner at a restaurant called "Old Town Kopitiam". We had fun crapping about the Kopitiam, saying that the flies, the cups, the style ppl should talk there, everything is related to the real "Old Town Kopitiam" style. Gan actually reach the restaurant when we finished our dinner. Before that, i gave him a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey dude! We are here already!&lt;br /&gt;Gan: Where??&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know where is the Bukit Tinggi's Bread Story right? We are right beside that shop...You know?&lt;br /&gt;Gan: Yea i know, what is the restaurant name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, Old Town Kopitiam, just right next to Bread Story.&lt;br /&gt;Gan: Oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You coming now?&lt;br /&gt;Gan: Yea, coming out now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat 10 or 20 minutes later...Gan failed to show up early. We were wondering where is he??? So I told them he said he's "coming". At these moment, something dirty struck the mind of me, Hyon-Xhi, &amp; Edward! ahahah! Guess what? Our mind went to the side that HE'S CUMMING!!! ahahaha!!! So, we started all these "COMING" thing. We kept crapping about "COMING" when we went mamak later. It was so so funny! I really missed the moment in secondary school. Where we always hang out together always during break. We will always crap lots and lots and lots of stuff. We usually had laugh of a lifetime. Serious! It's all insiders joke though...But it was really fun... I usually laughed till my throat actually feels dry and itchy...Too much of laughter. But time wasn't permitting me to stay anymore longer in the mamak with my friends. I head home sharp at 11pm. And reach home and started blogging now. And the thought of my exam came back to mind. I was and am really really disappointed with myself, i'm such a useless dick. I was hoping to get an excellent result, targetting something like 15/20. But i feel, I'll get somewhat like 2/20 now. Sigh...I'm really really angry... And for those who didn't concentrate in class, didn't do their work, play games always, skipping classes, loitering around...If they get higher than me, it's not fair compared to my hard work and understading during classes and lectures. Wish a lightning would struck me in the early morning and either let me be dead or give my brain cells a lil' jumpstart to be more intelligent and not too forgetfull! But, i should learn by now. I should never put too much hope on anything. When your hope fails, your heart sank down deep under the ocean bed. But now, i must cross my fingers and hope a lil' that Mrs.Chong would understand my situation, and she will help me out. I shall prepare to be expelled by the college...forever...I think i should be sleeping now. Have to wake my dear up to study at 5am. and also wake up for college tomorrow. So long...Ardios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Now: The Clash - Wrong 'Em Boyo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15478887-112420954875954901?l=its-my-shit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/feeds/112420954875954901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15478887&amp;postID=112420954875954901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112420954875954901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15478887/posts/default/112420954875954901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-my-shit.blogspot.com/2005/08/right.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11968971877454777149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
