<?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-11459902</id><updated>2011-11-27T05:04:02.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No-Nonsense Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A site where anything could be shared or discussed, Malaysian style.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-6131486294054525421</id><published>2011-02-20T16:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:28:51.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Space 2</title><content type='html'>Created this post to keep track of my "journey" throughout Dead Space 2 on Hardcore Difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What so special about Hardcore difficulty? You can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;only save 3 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; throughout the entire 10 hour long game. Each time you die, you restart from your last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SAVE&lt;/span&gt; point (not last CHECKPOINT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date/Time started: 2.00 PM, 20th Feb 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date/Time: 2.00 PM - 2.30 PM, 20th Feb 2011&lt;br /&gt;Died once in chapter 1, in the stasis room after I misfire the stasis shot on a berserk necro...As a result, a 1 hit kill...FUUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date/Time: 2.30 PM - 4.00PM , 20th Feb 2011&lt;br /&gt;Died once in chapter 3, after accidentally shooting a suicide bomber necro within close proximity. Another 1 hit kill....FUUUUUU!!! Have to restart from beginning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit Game as it LOOKS like it was gonna rain soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;Date/Time: 5.00 PM - 6.30PM, 26th Feb 2011&lt;br /&gt;Died again at the same spot as the last time in Chapter 3. Why? Because I was too busy concentrating fire on the Necro breeder that I totally didn't realise that the suicide bomber was just beside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date/Time: 5.30 PM - 7.30 PM, 27th Feb 2011&lt;br /&gt;Successfully got through from Chapter 1 to the end of Chapter 5, just before the Brute action sequence. Got lucky during Chapter 3 as the suicide bomber actually spawned from the hole in the wall above me and landed (and exploded) onto me without taking too much of my HP away. Since then, I started to stasis (using a handy device to slow things down) everything that moved xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date/Time: 9.30 PM - 10.30 PM, 27th Feb 2011&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to see how far I can go since the previous major achievement =p Turned out, I was overconfident in taking out aliens in Chapter 6 until they swarmed me and i panicked. I stasis-ed everything around me, busy shooting toddler aliens until I didn't notice that the suicide babies were just close to my foot. BOOM, I'm dead...sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;Date/Time: 9.30 PM - 12.30 AM, 5th Mar 2011&lt;br /&gt;I managed to survive from Chapter 6 all the way to Chapter 9, only to do one stupid bloody mistake. I thought my close range melee weapon was very effective that I thought it could take out the guardian (some pregnant dude stuck onto the wall with tentacles holding him). I wanted to cut his tentacles...but out of a sudden, his stomach "arm" snatched/ate my head...wtf...so fast!!! What happened?!??! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!! My 3 hours wasted!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-6131486294054525421?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/6131486294054525421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=6131486294054525421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6131486294054525421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6131486294054525421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2011/02/dead-space-2.html' title='Dead Space 2'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-9140120474734518155</id><published>2010-08-15T01:08:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:31:13.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tekken Movie...Review? (spoilers alert)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tekken&lt;/span&gt;, a name that describes "corporation", "domination", "tournament" and "family feud". What starts out as a game franchise, should always stay as a game franchise. I have tried to challenge this rule yesterday because I could not resist the temptation to see gaming characters come to life on the big silver screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the 40+ characters that revolve around the Tekken game, only a handful were picked for the movie. These characters are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbWtX14MUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mJimrOAZyWg/s1600/cung-le-plays-marshall-law-in-the-tekken-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbWtX14MUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mJimrOAZyWg/s400/cung-le-plays-marshall-law-in-the-tekken-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505323669489463618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marshall Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(portrayed by Cung Le, the martial artist, he truly is...TRULY IS...TRUUUULY ISSS the wasted talent #1 of the movie because he was the 1st to show up, and the 1st to go...that's just sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbWtgKwTYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WuRe4a-UXNc/s1600/jun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbWtgKwTYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WuRe4a-UXNc/s400/jun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505323671724510594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jun Kazama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(looks older than the game character because she's already a mom, understandable, no issues here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbWuOwzl1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/TQZMFEf8ylc/s1600/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbWuOwzl1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/TQZMFEf8ylc/s400/steve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505323684232140626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Steve Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(played by a bald guy? Did not even fight at all?! His only "important" role was to give his damn red boxing gloves to Jin later in the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbWumoj1bI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JIYoFwVn5LI/s1600/tekken-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbWumoj1bI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JIYoFwVn5LI/s400/tekken-06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505323690640004530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbdDy4Uc7I/AAAAAAAAANU/jsJebSikq3I/s1600/anna+nina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbdDy4Uc7I/AAAAAAAAANU/jsJebSikq3I/s400/anna+nina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505330651774350258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna &amp;amp; Nina Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rival sisters but portrayed as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; cooperative sisters in the movie, even shared the same man in bed, wtf...and you won't believe who the man is -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbZBaNtjGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TObuxF650Lw/s1600/jack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbZBaNtjGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TObuxF650Lw/s400/jack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505326212746939490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(seriously? What's up with making Jack the ROBOTIC muscle of the Mishima Corp into bloody human foot soldiers with puny guns?! Out of budget for some CG I assume...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbfD9ag5mI/AAAAAAAAANs/ruMLb5h3dbM/s1600/bryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbfD9ag5mI/AAAAAAAAANs/ruMLb5h3dbM/s400/bryan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505332853625382498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bryan Fury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OK, I gotta give this guy credit, he plays his role pretty close to the game counter part. There's just one thing not right...he ain't no robot! But i just love his "Bin Tai"-ness, muahhahhaha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbdEmYPLdI/AAAAAAAAANk/FCZ3WY8xPV8/s1600/miguel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbdEmYPLdI/AAAAAAAAANk/FCZ3WY8xPV8/s400/miguel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505330665598430674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miguel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What the hell do they have in common? They're both spanish, and that's all. no costume, no hairdo, totally different fighting style, i dont know wth he's doing or what's his purpose in the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbjW0aktXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TUFcRbrXXoA/s1600/sergei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbjW0aktXI/AAAAAAAAAN0/TUFcRbrXXoA/s400/sergei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505337575673738610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sergei Dragunov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dragunov is supposed to be a character who doesn't talk or smile. He just poses emo-ly and gets the job done using his Sambo fighting technique...but in the movie...*sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbkVJmtaII/AAAAAAAAAOM/cph-GFvWRu8/s1600/raven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbkVJmtaII/AAAAAAAAAOM/cph-GFvWRu8/s400/raven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505338646513674370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Master of ninjutsu...said the commentator during the match in the movie, but all I see are punches and kicks...no disappearing act, no shadow clone whatsoever...*sigh again* At one point, he even got to use a machine gun, where is the way of the ninja?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbkU24SRQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qE09CiGHDJY/s1600/eddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbkU24SRQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/qE09CiGHDJY/s400/eddie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505338641487119618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddy Gordo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wasted talent #2, as a Brazillian fighter who practises Capoeira however you spell it, he gets knocked out in his first match. He also starred in the Tom Yum Goong movie, impressive moves, but here...*sighhhhhhh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbjXHwsDXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/by7aL0cCLUg/s1600/christie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbjXHwsDXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/by7aL0cCLUg/s400/christie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505337580866768242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christie Monteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another Capoeira practitioner, but NEVER seen fighting with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoshimitsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbdELryLkI/AAAAAAAAANc/Ee7ncFxjrPA/s1600/kazuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbdELryLkI/AAAAAAAAANc/Ee7ncFxjrPA/s400/kazuya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505330658432659010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kazuya Mishima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and here I was...wondering who is playing Kazuya for the 1st 30 min into the movie, only to find out that this ... guy... was Kazuya all along...WTF don't look like him!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbmd5WuT9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/KDF_GS-jSTE/s1600/heihachi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbmd5WuT9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/KDF_GS-jSTE/s400/heihachi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505340995793735634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Heihachi Mishima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yet another wasted talent, as this actor was the main villain for Mortal Kombat movie. He knows martial arts, but never seen him fighting at all. Instead, he was killed by the damn beardy Kazuya with a ****ing pistol. IIRC, guns are nothing to Heihachi in the game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbpgXZ9TeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Zb7mUa3bKQo/s1600/tekken-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbpgXZ9TeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Zb7mUa3bKQo/s400/tekken-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505344336754986466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jin Kazama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(our main character who "doesn't look like much" quoted Christie Monteiro. The Jin we all know knows at least some karate moves, but here...oh well...a movie is just a movie and not a game...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s No pics available for Yoshimitsu...and although he is portrayed as a skillful samurai...he lost to a guy using a bo stick WTF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who actually bothered to read through this crappy review (or is it?), this is a glimpse of me playing Tekken in the arcade before the movie started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGeXdYsT96I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7TmNZUaEHyg/s1600/2010-08-13+20.00.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGeXdYsT96I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7TmNZUaEHyg/s400/2010-08-13+20.00.12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505535600584030114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent boy no more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-9140120474734518155?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/9140120474734518155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=9140120474734518155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/9140120474734518155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/9140120474734518155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/08/tekken-moviereview-spoilers-alert.html' title='Tekken Movie...Review? (spoilers alert)'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TGbWtX14MUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mJimrOAZyWg/s72-c/cung-le-plays-marshall-law-in-the-tekken-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-1192729344506721031</id><published>2010-07-25T17:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:05:40.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Renovation</title><content type='html'>Holla, peeps! I'm back after being gone for countless months (guess it  was only 3 months ago...)! I'm just back for the moment to keep my blog  alive, my house is still not ready yet -_- Lots have been going on  lately, and to my dear DEAR colleagues........I DONT have a  girlfriend...so don't always say I have!! That would be the last thing  on Earth that I could ever wish for now that I've heard what nuisance  creatures Girls are. Two things that my engaged guy colleague always  complains:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No freedom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;True, and  true. And with that said, I dont know if i should go on living as a  bachelor...Speaking of bachelor, our college convocation day is coming  up on the 7th of August. As a matter of fact, I already rented and paid  the convo fees earlier this month and got my picture taken with my  family at a local photoshoot studio near my work place @ JayaOne. I  chose Package B which offers an 11 x 17 framed canvas photo and 3 4R  sized photo, all for the cost of RM170...times 2 because we wanted 1 for  a family portrait and another as a portrait of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, here are the photos of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; (wahahah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potong stim&lt;/span&gt; for you =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pictures below are taken on 25th April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHVSZoo9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/H6luPafpRQw/s1600/IMG_0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHVSZoo9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/H6luPafpRQw/s400/IMG_0133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497777307410539474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen + back door (on the left side of the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHU53gH3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/n65Yf-sGyu4/s1600/IMG_0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHU53gH3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/n65Yf-sGyu4/s400/IMG_0132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497777300824924018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another angle of the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHUEWIGHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WiBbJ_0RSB4/s1600/IMG_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHUEWIGHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WiBbJ_0RSB4/s400/IMG_0131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497777286457858162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen again. Those planks are covering the existing windows connecting to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHT9wcd7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a7LqIx_s2Vc/s1600/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHT9wcd7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a7LqIx_s2Vc/s400/IMG_0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497777284689196978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining room (present), bedroom (future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHTDJ9d3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9CIoJ18hD6g/s1600/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHTDJ9d3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9CIoJ18hD6g/s400/IMG_0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497777268958525298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining room/bedroom again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwytzSoJjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4vhu2Wj2tp8/s1600/IMG_0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwytzSoJjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/4vhu2Wj2tp8/s400/IMG_0134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497825007556372018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another look at the kitchen backdoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pictures below are taken on 23rd May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwyv0nBFAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y_sWmF2kDnk/s1600/IMG_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwyv0nBFAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y_sWmF2kDnk/s400/IMG_0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497825042270065666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room:&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from left: Table drawer, wardrobe, display cabinet where I display my "man" toys, study table (assuming I ever studied), and computer table. Now it's been destroyed and dismantled sadly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwyvQkPRuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rrrsnnCv2Ys/s1600/IMG_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwyvQkPRuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rrrsnnCv2Ys/s400/IMG_0145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497825032594736866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of attic/roof and roof facing the back of neighbour's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwyu2KygoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/84ww97p5I6c/s1600/IMG_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwyu2KygoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/84ww97p5I6c/s400/IMG_0144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497825025508672130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, so that's how the attic looks like...no ghost up there like in Ju-On fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwyuB7QeBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/k-xS22b_FoM/s1600/IMG_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwyuB7QeBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/k-xS22b_FoM/s400/IMG_0143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497825011484882962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot at the roof...without camera flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEw-EwZjaBI/AAAAAAAAALU/41P_nHhFw5w/s1600/IMG_0153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEw-EwZjaBI/AAAAAAAAALU/41P_nHhFw5w/s400/IMG_0153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497837496545011730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot taken from the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEw-EaZZWeI/AAAAAAAAALM/xtwt-aPvWVk/s1600/IMG_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEw-EaZZWeI/AAAAAAAAALM/xtwt-aPvWVk/s400/IMG_0152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497837490638772706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of toilet with window on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEw-DjKD0BI/AAAAAAAAALE/8G3G8Gy8pr0/s1600/IMG_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEw-DjKD0BI/AAAAAAAAALE/8G3G8Gy8pr0/s400/IMG_0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497837475810496530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long shot of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEw-FpVVsLI/AAAAAAAAALc/kcdoeiXdSLE/s1600/IMG_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEw-FpVVsLI/AAAAAAAAALc/kcdoeiXdSLE/s400/IMG_0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497837511828156594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just my brother taking a pic with hopes of getting some unusual paranormal under the study table (anyone feel weird?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pictures below are taken on 18th July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEw-GS7HZrI/AAAAAAAAALk/hGhMl_4omO4/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEw-GS7HZrI/AAAAAAAAALk/hGhMl_4omO4/s400/IMG_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497837522992457394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room with plaster ceiling, wooden themed tiles and...that's my old bed frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TExB6mM7SoI/AAAAAAAAAME/vmtg1RTPjHc/s1600/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TExB6mM7SoI/AAAAAAAAAME/vmtg1RTPjHc/s400/IMG_0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497841720055515778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long shot of my room with window behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TExB6drlpYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kfwf-U_riYw/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TExB6drlpYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/kfwf-U_riYw/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497841717768201602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet angle #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TExB52Ef-TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GBh4GOuJUqs/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TExB52Ef-TI/AAAAAAAAAL0/GBh4GOuJUqs/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497841707135269170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet angle #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TExB5QRzCWI/AAAAAAAAALs/SVgxNZ2u2s4/s1600/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TExB5QRzCWI/AAAAAAAAALs/SVgxNZ2u2s4/s400/IMG_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497841696990497122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long shot of room again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TExB7DNtVOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-B-dkvqDb2g/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TExB7DNtVOI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-B-dkvqDb2g/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497841727843423458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through my room window, overlooking...back of neighbour's house..."beautiful scenery...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, a video for my peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cX397Wofjqc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cX397Wofjqc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-1192729344506721031?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/1192729344506721031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=1192729344506721031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1192729344506721031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1192729344506721031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/07/house-renovation.html' title='House Renovation'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/TEwHVSZoo9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/H6luPafpRQw/s72-c/IMG_0133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-1642139028193004722</id><published>2010-05-09T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:34:35.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theft Again~~</title><content type='html'>Damn thief (singular noun), broke into our 2 cars last night. It was unfortunate that I, as the person who has been sleeping in the downstairs living room for over a week now, didn't notice any strange sounds in the middle of the night. I have been known to be a dead log when I sleep because of 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When i sleep, i become totally oblivious to what's happening around me. One incident includes not hearing any lightning strike behind the house when the whole family woke up awakened by it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fall asleep within 5 minutes after lying on the bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;My mother's car and my car were the victims of the theft and as a result, the most expensive item, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TnG tag&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; card&lt;/span&gt; had been stolen (that's worth more than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RM200&lt;/span&gt; in total). My car...not many things had been stolen as most of the cards are in my wallet. Only a few RM1 notes and coins had been nabbed (damn cheap thief...few Ringgit and coins also steal...really no life...dont ever let me see your face, or I will break your thumbs). I still cant get over the fact that all these happened..when i was sleeping DOWNSTAIRS!!! WTfffffff...it's not that Im angry or frustrated over the losses (i didnt lose anything), it is damn annoying to know that someone is always violating your privacy and stealing petty stuff away without you knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just minutes ago, my opposite neighbour rang our doorbell asking us if we wanna make a police report. The police had arrived to take down details from a few of us, err...actually is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL OF US&lt;/span&gt;. We have ALL been victims of the theft last night. WTF the thief jump from house to house??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were not at home, so I went out to confront the police. Based on one of the neighbour's statement, her maid woke up at &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5am&lt;/span&gt; and saw this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark-skinned man&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red shirt&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;short pants&lt;/span&gt; INSIDE her &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perodua Myvi&lt;/span&gt;. His race is unknown (although there's a possibility that he could be either our dark-skinned race, or a myanmarian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way to prevent such theft from happening? Fuh...damn frus...What a way to start off Mother's Day...Thanks...a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-1642139028193004722?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/1642139028193004722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=1642139028193004722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1642139028193004722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1642139028193004722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/05/theft-again.html' title='Theft Again~~'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-5575414771919141717</id><published>2010-05-08T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:18:06.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla...</title><content type='html'>I have a colleague who pronounces "stupid" in a very cute way. Maybe she don't mean to be cute, maybe she was just trying not to offend anyone. The way she say "stupid" always sounded like she was saying "sdupid". Try pronouncing "s-doobid" with the "s" sound separated from the main word "doobid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic a bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77 x 8 = 616&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 77 dvd game discs for my console, RM8 for each disc (sometimes cheaper if bought in bulk of more than 3), and a total of RM616 spent in over 3 years. What if...just what IF I were to get another console...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price of console = RM1.3k+&lt;br /&gt;Additional controller = RM170&lt;br /&gt;HDMI cable = ???&lt;br /&gt;Price of a game = RM150 - Rm200 depending on title&lt;br /&gt;Rental Service (membership)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;RM180 deposit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RM50 per month (fixed rate, 1 game at a time, for as many times, play till you drop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Online fee is free and maintenance probability is very low (but definitely not as often as my current console...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to try community gaming already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-5575414771919141717?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/5575414771919141717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=5575414771919141717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5575414771919141717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5575414771919141717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/05/bla.html' title='Bla...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-1657884886824254296</id><published>2010-05-05T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:54:26.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Unexpected (warning: toilet discussions)</title><content type='html'>If Monday was not bad enough for me, wait till you hear about what happened today. While we (the normal lunch gang) were walking down to the mixed rice stall behind Home Expo building, I told colleague A about my condition in the morning. I told him that my stomach was not feeling well because it felt like some sort of hurricane was stirring inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He agreed and said he also felt the same, I stunned for a moment. He continued saying that he woke up at 5.30am to go to toilet to "clear up". I then told him that I also suffer the same fate, but mine was at 4.30am. The other girl (also system analyst) who was in our gang overheard what we were talking about and ask "eh? you also like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she made us both stunned, because she also had problems. The time she went to "clear up"? Around 5am (i think). The girl who was with her (also one of us) while queuing up for lunch also asked the same thing, but hers was around 2.30am (the earliest of us all). Sheesh...what's with all these diarrhea at the wee hours in the morning?! Something must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that we all have something in common. We ate at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fireman &lt;/span&gt;the day before. However, we all ordered different dishes...except for the drinks and the dessert. With those drinks and dessert in suspicion, we remembered that we had another group member who joined us yesterday, but have not arrived at the mixed rice stall yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and discussed about it while eating (yea, i know it's disgusting). We waited for the guy to come down from office, and eventually he arrived. I started by saying, "wei, we have something to ask you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we have something serious to talk about with you", said the system analyst. I added by saying "please answer honestly, no telling lies". He straight away looked scared and panicked, LOL! Can see his expression, he tension a bit already. I let them do the talking because he is more familiar in chinese. It didn't take long for me to figure out what they were saying, I managed to understand the part where he said he was late to join us because he was busy "clearing up" just now, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I cleared up once in the early morning, once before lunch, and once after lunch. The one before lunch was preeeety "noisy"...hopefully the cleaner didn't notice it because he was just outside my toilet... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-1657884886824254296?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/1657884886824254296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=1657884886824254296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1657884886824254296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1657884886824254296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-unexpected-warning-toilet.html' title='Something Unexpected (warning: toilet discussions)'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3515073694136008921</id><published>2010-05-03T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:42:25.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday~~</title><content type='html'>What a way to start a Purplish and Blackish Monday (last Monday's accidental theme was Monday Blues). 3 girls wore the almost-similar purple blouse while another guy wore a full black suit, same as mine. But the day is not just that. Many (bad) things happened (well, not that many but they happened one after another until they made the whole day look like a mess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lunch time. An ex-colleague had asked me out for lunch. I told her I'll join her and (skip some unnecessary arguments here) I headed for the lift to go down to the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #1:- 12.35pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I stepped into the lift full of my colleagues, I pressed "B3" floor and before the door started to close, I quickly stepped out of the lift because I had just remembered...that I forgot to bring my car keys along. Paiseh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #2:- 12.40pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my keys, went to my car, drove out of the parking lot and headed just a few meters down the main road and...*craaannnkkkkkkkkkkkkkk* OMG WTF WAS THAT?!! I parked by the road side to inspect my left side of the car. Hmm, nothing unusual...oh well...As soon as I started to go forward, the sound came back. Sounded like a metal (imagine the exhaust pipe dragging on the road), sort of like our very own ex-college mate =p Again, I stepped out of the car and checked, but no frucking idea what sound was that!!! I stayed confused. The tyres were fine, the rims were fine, the exhaust pipe was in place, no metal hanging from under the car, so wtf was that?! I phoned my ex-colleague up and told her I was having problems with my car and I will head back to the carpark. She said she'll drive me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #3:- 12.50pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I hung up the phone, I saw 2 of my colleagues walking past my car towards the food stall nearby. I told them about my car and I asked for their help. Seems like they suspect it was coming from the front left tyre, but not quite sure what caused the sound. So, nvm I drove back to the car park. When I reversed the car and made a U- turn, the sound went off...as in...gone. WTFish! Made a U-turn and the sound went off. Diuzzz...Please...dont play this kind of dirty games with me...I wanna go for LUNCH! I made ANOTHER U-turn, and she called me, saying that someone had blocked her car from coming out. LOL, i then told her my car was ok &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jor&lt;/span&gt;~~ She went "hah???!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #4:- 1.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetched her from her building entrance. Headed to the designated restaurant, only to find that it was fracking closed! Grr...Ok, nvm...still got another restaurant neaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #5:- 1.10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parked my car in front of the restaurant. Being the good citizen as I am, I went to pay for the parking ticket at the meter. WTH, minimum 60 cents?? Fine..put in my 20 cents coin...STUCK!!! WTFork...luckily she didnt insert her 50 cents coin before me -_- Found another parking meter and used that instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon was fine (that is if I don't count being late to office after lunch hours...).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3515073694136008921?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3515073694136008921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3515073694136008921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3515073694136008921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3515073694136008921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/05/monday.html' title='Monday~~'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-5998152378987385942</id><published>2010-04-28T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:45:24.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Lunch Invitation</title><content type='html'>A normal day in the office, as usual, but I took some timeout to read my company emails...and this was what I found, sent by our System Analyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and Gentlemen &amp;amp; ADIK ADIK" (celaka...refering to me &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt; since I'm the youngest and most inexperienced...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have been working on the xxx project for about 1.5 months now and we've 30% of our progress etc etc and would like to invite you all for a team lunch near Jayaone etc etc to show our thanks for all your hard work etc etc..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading through half way, Boss came by and saw what I was doing and curiously asked what is it. He stood beside me, saying out what was written. I asked if he wants to join us (jokingly of course, since he is the boss and it would certainly be weird if he joined) and he (also jokingly) said if he joined, he would have to pay for the bill. After that, he began to tell us (me and the girl sitting beside me) how he came about his position now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao, his story was so long =_= I wanted to continue my work liao...and finally~~Boss Lady came by and asked to see him. YES~~~wait...what? Done? He's back!! Onoeesssss~~Have to listen to his story again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;*skip boring part*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so everything's over now. The girl beside me came closer and said "aiya...just now XXX (system analyst) told me not to let Boss see this email..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S9hJkN9_2II/AAAAAAAAAIs/JvzlKH9ffXA/s1600/fu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 582px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S9hJkN9_2II/AAAAAAAAAIs/JvzlKH9ffXA/s400/fu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465199034387912834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: AHHhHhHHh~~ Why didn't tell earlier...now how...&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Haha, can't tell you la...cause she told me quite late and then boss came...if I tell you, then sure he will be suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Zzz, nevermind...now we must not say anything about this to anyone. If they ask, then we act blur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-5998152378987385942?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/5998152378987385942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=5998152378987385942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5998152378987385942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5998152378987385942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/team-lunch-invitation.html' title='Team Lunch Invitation'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S9hJkN9_2II/AAAAAAAAAIs/JvzlKH9ffXA/s72-c/fu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-471523760199359297</id><published>2010-04-27T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:01:02.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG "WTF"</title><content type='html'>I'll start this post with a&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BIG "WTF"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. What's wrong, you may ask. &lt;a href="http://www.ktmb.com.my/images/default/2010/com/soalankocwanita.pdf"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;, take a look at this new proposal by KTMB (that's Keretapi Tanah Melayu Berhad). Carriage only for women? To prevent "&lt;i&gt;gangguan seksual&lt;/i&gt;"? Ceh, if they want, they can easily plant a minicam on the floor board anytime + the ability to rotate 360 degrees, and that's free show for all the pervs out there. What are they thinking...during peak hours, men no need to use the train is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I say "keretapi tanah Melayu"? Oh......no wonder-&lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;...It all makes perfect sense now...it's all very clear now...I should have known...Malaysia &lt;b&gt;BOLEH&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-471523760199359297?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/471523760199359297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=471523760199359297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/471523760199359297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/471523760199359297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-wtf.html' title='BIG &quot;WTF&quot;'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-164353396376321331</id><published>2010-04-26T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:57:58.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bomb</title><content type='html'>Yesterday...was truly the blackest day of my life. Wanted to find someone to accompany me, but unfortunately it did not happen. But that's not the reason of this post. This post is about today! Just after having lunch, we returned to the office and back to our seats. I instead went to to toilet (as usual) before continuing with my work. There were still some colleagues not back yet from lunch. I noticed the colleague who sits behind me holding a container with letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask what were those letters as I already guessed that they must be letters of invitation to her wedding. She then passed a letter to me, and I opened. The front of the letter read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nxxx &amp;lt;3 Hxxxx"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;day, dd="" mmm="" yyyy=""&gt;&lt;/day,&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doa dan restu buat mempelai... " followed by some prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd page went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"assalamualaikum wbt...etc etc...&lt;father's &amp;amp;="" mother="" name="" s=""&gt; Dengan penuh kesyukuran...etc etc...mempersilakan Dato' / Datin / Tuan / Puan / Encik / Cik &lt;my name=""&gt; ke Majlis Perkahwinan puteri kami yg dikasihi Nxxx&amp;nbsp; dengan Hxxxx"&lt;/my&gt;&lt;/father's&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was going fine until I read the following statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...pada hari dd MMM yyyy beralamat &lt;house 24000...kemaman.......terengganu="" address,="" darul="" iman="" number,="" postcode="" residence="" road="" town=""&gt;&lt;/house&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Suddenly I felt so...far away...haha...I kept the letter away and continued my work. Minutes later another colleague came back from lunch and opened her letter. She read...and then she went "&lt;i&gt;huh? Kemaman? Apa ini? Terengganu ke&lt;/i&gt;?" LOL her response really make me LOL, I'm not the only one feeling weird here xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, my senior analyst came by and asked in cantonese "&lt;i&gt;Hey, lei yau mou sau dou zha dan&lt;/i&gt;?" (didn you receive any bomb?) Of course, I knew what she meant, but didnt really get why she used the word "&lt;i&gt;zha dan&lt;/i&gt;". But anyway, probably she wanted to hear my response "&lt;i&gt;hai lor, zha dou wor&lt;/i&gt;..." (haha, dont know how to translate &lt;i&gt;zha dou&lt;/i&gt; to an English phrase).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That letter really is da bomb! Still thinking if I should attend it, or maybe I'll just follow majority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-164353396376321331?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/164353396376321331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=164353396376321331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/164353396376321331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/164353396376321331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/bomb.html' title='The Bomb'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8043132134320074683</id><published>2010-04-24T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:37:02.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of the Gods</title><content type='html'>With "Clash of the Gods" being aired on Astro History channel, I suddenly found myself interested in the Greek mythology. The episode that I watched today (first time watching) was about Hades, the King of the Dead and the ruler of the Underworld. Although I've heard of Hades before in games such as God of War and Dante's Inferno, I did not know much about him (or other related Gods in the Greek mythology).&lt;br /&gt;There was too much going on in the 1-hour documentary to be written out here, you can research some background info about him using Wikipedia. Right now, I'm trying to find the whole season 1 of "Clash of the Gods" with the Hades episode being the 3rd out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird considering the fact that I don't actually believe in this kind of things *cough* Christian Bible *cough*. Probably that's because games and recently made movies were greatly influenced by the mythologies (you have to admit, those Gods sound and act pretty cool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the breakdown of Hade's family tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alias&lt;/b&gt;: King of the Dead/Ruler of the Underworld &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Father&lt;/b&gt;: Cronus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mother&lt;/b&gt;: Rhea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brothers&lt;/b&gt;: Hades (eldest), Poseidon, Zeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sisters&lt;/b&gt;: Hestia, Hera, Demeter (mother of Persephone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wife&lt;/b&gt;: Persephone (WTF, incest?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guardian of the Underworld&lt;/b&gt;: Charon (the ferryman who ferries the dead from the upperworld across  River Stygx to the underworld), Cerberus (three headed dog, Guardian after crossing River Stygx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know more about the family and how he became ruler of the underworld, you have to watch the documentary to find out =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8043132134320074683?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8043132134320074683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8043132134320074683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8043132134320074683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8043132134320074683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/clash-of-gods.html' title='Clash of the Gods'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-4097864431117368270</id><published>2010-04-24T12:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:30:30.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Words Women Use</title><content type='html'>This post is not an original post. It is taken from an email and I thought it is very true, so I decided to post it up here for sharing (wait, "sharing" is not a proper word here...but whatever&lt;i&gt;-la)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;FINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: black;" /&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;FIVE MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;GO AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;LOUD SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;THAT'S OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a woman's way of saying F-- YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has  told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will  later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response  refer to # 3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-4097864431117368270?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/4097864431117368270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=4097864431117368270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/4097864431117368270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/4097864431117368270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/nine-words-women-use.html' title='Nine Words Women Use'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8004705220837390655</id><published>2010-04-22T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:38:35.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless Post</title><content type='html'>A colleague of mine was kind enough to share his experience he had with his partner. Now, you probably might think of "something else" when I said that, but no it's not. That's too confidential and I don't think he will share it with us at all. Back to what I was saying, it was about a small argument between the 2 parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague (call him XXX) had an hour of gaming session with his online buddies (most likely a game of dota) when his partner (call her YYY) came online and started to chat with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, what would you do if you were in his shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignore the chat window and continue dota-ing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Honestly tell her that you are having a gaming session and ask her to wait&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Immediately stop the game and spend some time with her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;XXX told me that his partner was not so happy that he told her to wait because he was gaming. I understand how YYY feels...because I was once like XXX and I have also felt how YYY felt (in fact, it took me more than 5 years to understand the pain). What I would do will depend on the situation actually. If the game is about to end, I would let her know and make it quick. If not, then I would stop and accompany her but that's just how I feel, and how I feel MAY not be right...so...yeah, that's why I'm still single...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might argue and say that it's his fault for ignoring her and prioritizing his GAME. Some might also say it's the girl's fault for not understanding, but I guess it's both their faults for being selfish and self-centered. He had already apologized for what he did (or did not do), but she is still angry over it. I don't know what to say to make him feel better because I have experienced both sides, but all I can say is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Two hands must work together in order to clap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8004705220837390655?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8004705220837390655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8004705220837390655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8004705220837390655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8004705220837390655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/titleless-post.html' title='Titleless Post'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-6786603181071970616</id><published>2010-04-19T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:36:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come, I Tell You My Password</title><content type='html'>I tried to resist it for as long as I can, but eventually I had to give in. I had to request for the HR/Admin to give me a password for the office entrance because my fingers cannot be used to scan anymore. It's getting worse now. The password for the door is ********, I repeat, the password is ********. That's 8 asterisks for my password xD Speaking of password, the computer I've been using for work had requested me to change my login password (again). Sigh, I'm already out of passwords!!! Need to start memorizing people's email address already. FYI, the password verification is damn tight. Must have symbols, characters, must have numerics, and must be at least 8 characters long. WTF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, everytime I came in/out through the door, I have to press 8 buttons on the keypad that equals to 8 friggin' beeps which would let the whole office know that "hey, Eric's here!". But I have no choice. I couldn't even enter the office in the morning, luckily there was another person with me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, there is a new staff (again). Lately there has been many new female staff, but obviously all are older than me, shit. Probably because there are plenty of vacancies for the new department, Quality Assurance. It was around 6pm when I was still doing my own thing when she came from the lobby. She asked me if I could open the main door for her as she has not registered her fingerprints yet with the HR dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went "har? uh, ok...but actually I'm not really sure how to open also LOL". So I escorted her to the door, while I went to the receptionist's table and looked for the phone-thingy. I remembered one of my colleagues saying that the phone-thingy can open doors, like "open-sesame". I found the phone-thingy, and immediately saw a button with an LED beside it. Wondering what it does, I pressed it. Nothing happened. No lights blinking or sound emitted whatsoever. I pressed again. Nothing happened. Shit, what am I supposed to do. I asked her, "now can open or not?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, can. Thanks" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, SAFE! Why the hell does the thing operate without any visual or audio feedback?! Nevertheless, felt proud that I can help. I dont expect much though, cause I'm sure she will not remember my name...just mark my words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-6786603181071970616?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/6786603181071970616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=6786603181071970616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6786603181071970616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6786603181071970616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/come-i-tell-you-my-password.html' title='Come, I Tell You My Password'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-9172079141319622269</id><published>2010-04-18T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:26:47.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice PC Fair Offer</title><content type='html'>It is the last day of the first PC Fair 2010. Went to KLCC to hunt for a thumbdrive for my mother. At the same time, I was surveying the prices of the X-HDDs and wanted to acquire more info about the hotlink plans. As usual, the place was very crowded with various kinds of people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The &lt;i&gt;never-bother-to-apply-deodorant&lt;/i&gt; kind of people:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, stay stay &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;STAY&lt;/b&gt; away from them!!! But how do you do that, it's really up to you. But then again, if you're stuck in a crowd, how are you supposed to stay away from them? If only navigating around a crowd is a form of art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The &lt;i&gt;always-pushing-about&lt;/i&gt; kind of people:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are walking closely behind another person in front of you when you always get pushed from behind by some dude who looks to be in a hurry to get somewhere when you yourself are also in a hurry. Worse case scenario is when the dude pushes you from behind so hard that it forces you to bump into a pretty lady in front and getting a smack in return for accidentally "molesting" her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The &lt;i&gt;occupying-the-main-isle-while-looking-at-their-brochures&lt;/i&gt; kind of people:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the kind of people who annoys me the most. If you are not going with the flow, please &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/b&gt; take the time to go to the side of the hall where you can sit/stand  where nobody gives a shit about whatever you wanna do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, let's continue. I was at the side hall, reading my brochure behind a ZZZ (cannot mention the tele-comm name la) booth when this &lt;i&gt;yongsui-looking&lt;/i&gt; dude (yes, I am always more handsome) came and approach me. I still ignored him and continued with my brochure when he handed a ZZZ card to me. I thought it was free so I reached out, and then he started promoting the ZZZ product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude&lt;/b&gt; : Sir, engkau ada broadband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; : Uh...ada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude&lt;/b&gt; : Oh, takpe, you boleh guna ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; : Oh, no thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude&lt;/b&gt; : Kenapa? Ini free, bagi engkau guna, tak mahu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; : Ah, tak payah lah. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude&lt;/b&gt; : Engkau berapa umur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; : *didnt hear carefully, thought he said "engkau mahu apa"* Erm...nak cari thumbdrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude &lt;/b&gt;: ??? Apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; : Oh, umur? Kenapa nak tahu umur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude&lt;/b&gt; : Tak lah, tanya aje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; : Oh, umur saya...entah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude&lt;/b&gt; : Alah, nak tahu umur sebab kad ni hanya boleh guna untuk umur 18 ke atas saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; : *The card in my hands now* Oh macam tu, kalau umur saya bawah 18, saya bagi orang lain saja lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude&lt;/b&gt; : Haha, tak boleh la macam tu. Kalau awak nak, you boleh beri nama, nombor ic awak, erm...nama mak, nama bapa (and whatever nonsense) kepada saya, baru saya boleh beri awak kad ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; : Oh...tak payah lah. Tak berminat. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude&lt;/b&gt; : Betul tak mahu? Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; : *Continues looking at brochure*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyoh! Is this how you promote stuff?! No wonder "they" (cannot mention race here-&lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt; ha...) fail in business...until nama mak bapak also come out...shit...why do you need my parents' names?? Shit...trying to scam me is it? Good luck doing business...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-9172079141319622269?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/9172079141319622269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=9172079141319622269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/9172079141319622269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/9172079141319622269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/nice-pc-fair-offer.html' title='Nice PC Fair Offer'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-1652847287478032236</id><published>2010-04-18T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:09:25.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Fat Kid</title><content type='html'>So, today I went to see the skin specialist in SS15. The whole clinic was crowded, there are even people standing outside the clinic to wait for their turn. I was with my mother, she waited outside while I went in to register. I asked the nurse and she gave me a form to fill up. As you know, it was crowded and there were many people standing next to me at the counter where I filled up my form. There was this young fat kid...you know what race&lt;i&gt;-la&lt;/i&gt;...no need to mention here. He kept looking at my form as I filled up my name, IC number, age and gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I didn't say anything, but when it came to house address...I started to feel uncomfortable with him looking at my form. He was standing next to me all the time looking at my form and I didn't say anything. As if I'm gonna let him see where I stay, so I turned my eye balls toward him without moving my head. He didn't even move a muscle pretending that ignorance is bliss...wtf, hello?? Can't you even give me some freaking privacy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I skipped filling up that part and continued with other details. I wrote very slowly, hoping that he'd turn/go away. And so he did when his parents called. HA! Damn fat kid...&lt;i&gt;dah lah gemuk, nak buat bodoh pulak tu&lt;/i&gt;...shit, that was the most ignorant kid I've ever seen. Trust me, I've seen many ignorant kids before but none is close to that fat kid. Really need some spanking to teach him proper manners not to be so &lt;i&gt;kaypoh/8&lt;/i&gt; in other people's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1.5 hours of waiting, I'm finally called it. Dr said...I have some form of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eczema"&gt;eczema&lt;/a&gt;. And the "spots" (they are pimples) I have on my shoulders, back, and face are caused by the medication I took from previous medicines. Here's hoping the rashes will go off after a few days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-1652847287478032236?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/1652847287478032236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=1652847287478032236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1652847287478032236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1652847287478032236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/damn-fat-kid.html' title='Damn Fat Kid'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-148512566885928696</id><published>2010-04-15T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:38:30.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Title-less Post</title><content type='html'>Something as minor as skin peeling has been going on for the past 2 weeks and has become what you call "eczema" in medical terms. I'm not sure if it really is, but it looks like it. Rashes at the base of both my palms (see previous post), fingertips' skin cracking, and now I have pimples (lolwut) at the back, the shoulders area, and my neck. Not only that...face also start to pop a lot of those things!!! Still not enough? An ulcer had just started forming at the lips...makes kissing much more sensational&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to see the skin specialist on Saturday...consultation fee is RM30 (that's free money for the guy/lady who'll be treating me). Since yesterday, I was not able to do finger scanning at the office main (and only) entrance. The device kept giving me error...because of my cracked skin. When I joined the company, I had 4 fingers registered into the system; left/right thumb and left/right index finger. Now, only the left index finger can be used but VERY VERY difficult to scan successfully. Even got the Boss Lady to open the door manually for me from the receptionist desk, haha....paiseh...Otherwise, cannot go out for lunch xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic a bit: I think I know why I am who I am today. Most likely because I am easily influenced by my "friends" last time, you know, the emo type (pray the fella doesn't see this post). I guess I can safely say that I plan to change and be more like my colleagues. Even while not communicating directly with them, their "aura" can make one feel cheerful from the inside. I sometimes find myself lol-ing silently at my workplace because of their ridiculous telephone conversations and casual talks. Oh the bad words spurted out all the time, such glorious moments that make me lol while working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-148512566885928696?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/148512566885928696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=148512566885928696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/148512566885928696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/148512566885928696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-title-less-post.html' title='Another Title-less Post'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-7632586543535344661</id><published>2010-04-11T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:22:25.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you care, You would remember</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or do most girls seem to forget about me almost all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(guys reading this would just come to conclude that it's just me, i know...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed, that there were MANY incidents where girls/women tend to "forget" stuff about me. What I tell them, what I show them, what I do for them...all forgotten...even when I tried to be a people person, forgetting about me isn't helping my self-esteem at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One such incident was when during lunch time, my colleagues sat down at a table in office and discussed about what we do for our job. This "not-so-new" girl (call her &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;) was introducing a new staff (call her &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;) about us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; mentioned about what the other guys did, and when it came to my turn she went, "uh...who are you again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, but jokingly I replied "Ha? You don't know me? I've been here for quite long already wor...I even told you my name several times liao". She said she didn't get to work with me, so she didn't really take notice. How can that can be used as an excuse...the company is only on 1 floor with around 50 employees (or less)...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the morning before that day, AND the previous morning, we met at the lift at the same time in the morning. Never thought she'd forget my name so soon. Am I just a nobody in every girl's eyes? I know, there are some who might call themselves "dai tau ha"...haha, but I know that's not the case because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"If you care, You would remember"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-7632586543535344661?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/7632586543535344661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=7632586543535344661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7632586543535344661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7632586543535344661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-care-you-would-remember.html' title='If you care, You would remember'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-6771764561281569302</id><published>2010-04-09T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:19:42.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Incident</title><content type='html'>Today I heard a heartbreaking story from my mother. Something she wouldn't normally mention on any other days. It was about what happened this morning while on her way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was driving slowly on the left lane of a 2-lane main road towards Old Klang Road when she noticed a motorcyclist following closely behind (I know you guys would be curious about his race...so I'll just say it anyway: Malay). She said the motorcyclist did not overtake her on the right lane because there are other cars joining the main road from the right side. The motorcyclist waited till there were no other cars on the road, and overtook her closely on the right. He immediately positioned the motorcycle right in front of her bumper, in the middle of the road, and swayed left and right to show that he did not want her to overtake him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the picture? He was unhappy because she drove slowly, not giving him chance to overtake. So childish way of thinking-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; bro...Sigh...So, she honked him because she thought he was drunk (swaying left and right is dangerous, you see) but didn't make a difference. My mother did not even try to overtake because it was quite early in the morning, no rush to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy kept swaying left and right all the way until there was a fork/branch to turn out to another road. According to her, due to her not overtaking him, he gave his 1 finger salute before turning off to another road.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;/span&gt;? When I heard this part of the story, my heart immediately stirred up &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY BADLY&lt;/span&gt; and blood already start boiling. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALAY GUY&lt;/span&gt; show finger to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELDERLY LADY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF WTF WTF&lt;/span&gt;!!! No &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RESPECT&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANNERS&lt;/span&gt;, no &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAD ETHICS&lt;/span&gt; and no&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; BALLS &lt;/span&gt;for a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; MALAY MAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did she do wrong? Is driving slowly on the left lane wrong? Oh, so you couldn't overtake and you're frustrated, so? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lu bapak punya jalan ka? Sebenarnya, aku pun tak peduli siapa mak bapak engkau, lu kasi jari kat pempuan, lu salah. Engkau lelaki tarak bola, tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Msia...fix your own people first before finding fault in others. If report to police (if any scratches made to her car) also I don't think they will care. They might just say, "kereta engkau sekarang takde apa-apa kan? Ha, boleh lah tu, tak payah banyak hal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...my blood is boiling as I'm typing...need to cool down now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-6771764561281569302?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/6771764561281569302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=6771764561281569302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6771764561281569302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6771764561281569302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/morning-incident.html' title='Morning Incident'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3955877876915999633</id><published>2010-04-05T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:23:01.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Unofficial Music Video</title><content type='html'>By yours truly... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics can be found &lt;a href="http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-seconds-to-mars-hurricane.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da9a2ff7748f7f8b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-2813439782958080584</id><published>2010-04-01T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:55:42.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Lesson #2 (Topic Dropped from Discussion)</title><content type='html'>Due to sensitive issues that MAY arise from what I'm about to blog, I think it's better if it is not mentioned at all. I had given it much thought and decided not to blog about it (just in case some people finds out and start a family war...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, keep in mind that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FAMILY's FIRST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side topic, things have been weird lately as the skin on both my hands have been..."shedding" like the snake skin. Take a look:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S7Sk0tmIrvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eUFG8VIZfEY/s1600/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S7Sk0tmIrvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eUFG8VIZfEY/s400/IMG_0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455166274152214258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right hand: Only thumb, index and mid finger has skin peeling off the tip. A bit of rash on the base palm too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S7Sk0P2Zn_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Z2AcIx29A60/s1600/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S7Sk0P2Zn_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Z2AcIx29A60/s400/IMG_0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455166266167369714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left hand: Every finger tip has peeling skin...and the base of the palm got rashes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-2813439782958080584?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/2813439782958080584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=2813439782958080584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2813439782958080584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2813439782958080584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/04/cny-lesson-2-topic-dropped-from.html' title='CNY Lesson #2 (Topic Dropped from Discussion)'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S7Sk0tmIrvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/eUFG8VIZfEY/s72-c/IMG_0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-6317959823948720579</id><published>2010-03-29T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:12:03.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Lesson #1</title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I'd learned this Chinese New Year, it's family first. What was supposed to be a reunion dinner (on the night before the 1st day of CNY) turned out to be somewhat a day I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine Saturday afternoon when I went out for a game of badminton with my college mates. I was told to come home by 5pm because we needed to go to grandma's place. I drove to my friend's house at around 12pm to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carpool&lt;/span&gt; his car to the badminton court. Things didn't go well from there because his colleagues' car broke down while we were waiting for them to arrive. So, time was wasted there. But anyway, we all met up eventually but arrived at the court at around 1.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played for 2 hours and had lunch at around 4pm at McD's. Since we all seldom meet up, our lunch time flew so quickly that I didn't realise it was going to be 5pm (4.45pm to be exact)! I rushed my friend to quickly finish up and fetch me back. By the time we reached his home, it was already 5pm. Rushed to my car, drove like the wind back to my house...and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was about to reach home...my parents were already driving their car out the front gate. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#^%#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! I didn't bother to say anything, I just went into the house thinking "wtf...go so early for what...not like we're gonna eat so soon...it's only 5.30pm...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;#%^#&lt;/span&gt; I kept thinking of it in the bathroom while i was cleaning up, still thinking if I should join them later for the reunion dinner. And then, a very familiar ringtone that I had assigned for my mother (ha-ha...) was heard echoing in the bathroom. I hesitated to pick up, but I thought "ah, what the heck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Later when you come over, can you please bring the zhai?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "... ... ...I'm not going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Why not going? Don't be like that la. New year eve, must visit your grandma and your relatives. Join us for reunion dinner la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I thought you didn't want me to go? Why didn't you bring the zhai yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Father's voice can be heard at the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Aiya, ok la, if you dont want to go then nvm la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how the conversation ended. Damn I was so... grrrrr...Instantly I thought of eating the zhai they left behind, doesn't matter how much they've prepared. EAT UNTIL SATISFIED.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, what the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#&amp;amp;%#&lt;/span&gt; were they thinking? Leaving me behind, letting me travel on my own to my grandma's place (which btw is near to my said friend's house -_-), and asking me to bring along the zhai as an excuse for me to come along...nonsense la, somemore can afford to pretend being nice on the phone...as if I'm a puppet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-6317959823948720579?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/6317959823948720579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=6317959823948720579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6317959823948720579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6317959823948720579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/03/cny-lesson-1.html' title='CNY Lesson #1'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3677067405382442888</id><published>2010-03-28T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:21:03.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened after Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>Ok...so my previous post was a bit of a look-forward post, but I guess i shouldn't have looked forward to it because...*takes in deep breath*...because I slept from 8.30 till 11.30 the NEXT day OMGWTFBBQSOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like 1 2 3...15 hours of sleep! Sheesh, and I even planned to wake up and continue my game...wasted all my time!!! My effort to sacrifice an hour turned out to be...a waste of 12 hours...sien...That's not what I was looking forward to ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now...I'm thinking whether I should be deactivating my fb account cause it seems like I'm not gonna use it for quite some time. But if I were to deactivate it, then what about those who wants to add me? Hmm...hmm...should I give a damn? Hmm hmm...tough decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Argh! I hate having long finger nails! Makes it so much harder to type on the keyboard when they are always obstructing my l33t typing skillzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3677067405382442888?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3677067405382442888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3677067405382442888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3677067405382442888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3677067405382442888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-happened-after-earth-hour.html' title='What Happened after Earth Hour'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-5949808460967558866</id><published>2010-03-27T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:40:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2010</title><content type='html'>Earth Hour is approaching tonight from 8.30-9.30 pm. Romantic couples can spend the hour alone admiring the clear sky (if there's no rain) while lazy-ass people like me can stay at home and sleep. Hey, at least I'm an environmentalist who doesn't ignore efforts to save the Earth. Btw, I'm kind of used to the darkness, even my room is always dark. Just that I need to turn off all electronic devices and switches (I can sacrifice an hour of my day doing nothing...because nothing's really happening in my life ha-ha...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Earth Hour, last year's was...a bit awkward...because I had to spend time with my other family members. You see, I don't think I'm that kind who enjoys being around many people (what more in a crowd). And also I'm not that close to them, so Earth Hour was like "Quick! Make time pass faster!!! It's damn weird being with you guys!!". It wasn't really considered Earth Hour because half way through, we drove back home, because I feel that using car lights/resources defeats the purpose of celebrating Earth Hour. Or maybe it's just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If possible, I wish to go for a walk at the park tonight, preferable, with anyone who wants to accompany me. Sigh, too bad no one's near my place...so I guess a wish is just a wish that will never come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Screw those birthday wishes and new year resolutions and junk mails, they NEVER come true...I'm never gonna wish for anything next time, but I will pretend to just to make you believe. Happy Earth Hour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-5949808460967558866?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/5949808460967558866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=5949808460967558866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5949808460967558866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5949808460967558866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/03/earth-hour-2010.html' title='Earth Hour 2010'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3074704669686455833</id><published>2010-03-26T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:12:09.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S6zLYwK6fwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oPpja4jTQm0/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S6zLYwK6fwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oPpja4jTQm0/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452956874946805506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009's X-mas gift taken at 5x Optical zoom (from the place i sit in front of the pc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S6zLYTwX7nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6D9eE6C-2lM/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S6zLYTwX7nI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6D9eE6C-2lM/s400/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452956867319295602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jigsaw puzzle on the wall above the pc table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S6zLZC2zJfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/klMxNs5lRjc/s1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S6zLZC2zJfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/klMxNs5lRjc/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452956879962711538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3074704669686455833?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3074704669686455833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3074704669686455833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3074704669686455833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3074704669686455833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S6zLYwK6fwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oPpja4jTQm0/s72-c/IMG_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3833997034645526227</id><published>2010-03-25T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:48:46.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Facebook, Hello Blog</title><content type='html'>Goodbye facebook...hello blog =D Why? Facebook is the best social network site out there and you are out of your mind to deny the existence of Facebook! Well, that's just the reason why I'm quitting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I dont want to be dependant on it to know what my "friends's" status are. Not like I care anyway. It's like every small little thing that happens to any of them will be posted. So far I've been using fb, I was looking everywhere for the "delete friend" or "block friend" button but couldn't find them. Simply "ignoring" them is not cruel enough...I MUST be satisfied with the "block" feature xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fb: The website that revolutionized web technologies, is still expanding its features and is competing with Google Buzz. Seriously, I don't care which is better simply because I'm not the type who shares and cares. Blogging is like writing a diary, but only I am able to read back what I'd experienced in life and write about things that offend others (lol). Most of the stuff I blog are emo stuff, so...stop reading now if you're tired of reading more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's up with Glee being the no. 1 musical show?! Damn, just seeing the advertisement makes me wanna change the channel. All those hype and marketing strategy used to make people curious "What is Glee?" really annoys me...shit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3833997034645526227?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3833997034645526227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3833997034645526227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3833997034645526227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3833997034645526227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-facebook-hello-blog.html' title='Goodbye Facebook, Hello Blog'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-9099609785138043789</id><published>2010-03-16T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:23:28.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Seconds to Mars - Hurricane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how many times you told me you wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many nights that you lie wide awake to the sound of the poison rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go~ Where did you go~ Where did you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat, a heartbeat, I need a...&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeat, a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me would you kill, to save a life&lt;br /&gt;Tell me would you kill, to prove you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash, crash, burn... let it all burn&lt;br /&gt;This hurricane's chasing us all underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many deaths I die, I will never forget...&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many lives I live, I will never regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a fire inside and it's starting a riot,&lt;br /&gt;about to explode into flames,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your god~ where is your god~ where is your god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OooOoOo~ OOooOOOoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want...&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want me...&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want me dead...&lt;br /&gt;Or alive to torture for my sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Do you really want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(heartbeat, a heartbeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Do you really want me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(I need a...heartbeat a heartbeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want me dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(You know I gotta leave, I cant stay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or alive to live a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(I know I gotta go, I cant stay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me would you kill, to save a life&lt;br /&gt;Tell me would you kill, to prove you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash, crash, burn... let it all burn&lt;br /&gt;This hurricane's chasing us all underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're wrong, you're wrong, I'm right, I'm right, you're wrong, we fight&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm running from the light, running from the day to night oh,&lt;br /&gt;The quiet silence defines the misery,&lt;br /&gt;The riot inside keeps trying to visit me,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we try, it's too much history,&lt;br /&gt;Too many bad notes playing in our symphony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let it breathe, let it fly, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Let it fall, let it crash, burn slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you call upon god...oh you call upon god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me would you kill, to save a life&lt;br /&gt;Tell me would you kill, to prove you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash, crash, burn... let it all burn&lt;br /&gt;This hurricane's chasing us all underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoohhhh oohhh ohhhh!! x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(this hurricane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OOoohhhh oohhh ohhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want me dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OOoohhhh oohhh  ohhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or alive to torture for my sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OOoohhhh oohhh  ohhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you really want me dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;OOoohhhh oohhh  ohhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Or alive to live a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away from the night... running away from the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Running away to save your life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-9099609785138043789?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/9099609785138043789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=9099609785138043789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/9099609785138043789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/9099609785138043789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-seconds-to-mars-hurricane.html' title='30 Seconds to Mars - Hurricane'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-1348379847597280147</id><published>2010-03-07T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:03:53.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Baptism</title><content type='html'>It's very rare to see people get baptized at around their 80's. Yesterday we witnessed her baptism at the (nursing) homes near Taman Sentosa, off Old Klang Road. The reverend followed us to the homes, and set up a small circle in my grand parents' room and guess what? My nightmare began...he said we should start by SINGING A HYMN of prayer! Oh nooeesssss!!! Ok la, show face a bit....I sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After singing, we prayed somemore, bla bla bla, and finally came the moment where he "splashed" water on her forehead. It makes me feel relieved to know that she finally has someone to believe in. I mean, with the guy above watching over her (or at least that's what she might think), she can relax more in a psychological way that is. He also said that when going through to the afterlife, she need not worry anymore for He shall be her guide in Heaven. Guess all I can say is that I felt happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also overheard her saying to the reverend that she experienced nightmares that are "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mm 3 mm 4&lt;/span&gt;" (direct translation: nonsense). When he heard this, he was like "hmm, ok...why not next time when you face these problems, you can try calling out His name and ask him to help you out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus, save me~" he repeated this many times so that she could pronounce it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was trying my best not to laugh...(yea, yea i know...I'm a non-believer...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-1348379847597280147?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/1348379847597280147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=1348379847597280147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1348379847597280147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1348379847597280147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandmas-baptism.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8903032590196585325</id><published>2010-02-25T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:17:53.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ughhh Factors When Watching Movies</title><content type='html'>Alright, finally had some free time (wait, that's an understatement...should be LOTS of free time) in office to talk about the things that annoy me when Im watching my movie, either on the big screen or the idiot box (what is idiot box? go search the meaning yourself..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to the things that make me go UGHHH when watching movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;10) Distracting noises/sound from the environment&lt;/span&gt; - from where i live, this can only be achieved by the ever almighty place of worship, the Mosque. Other than that, noises coming from the crowd and annoying ahbeng/ahlien ringtones in the cinemas rarely happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9) People trying to act smart&lt;/span&gt; - Lots of cases of these happen between old folks, aunties and uncles. This happens when watching their favourite serial drama. Sometimes one uncle/auntie will go "ha! i know who killed him! Must be his grandfather's sister's son's wife's cousin sister-in-law etc etc". Keep to yourself la...dont potong people's stim can or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8) People walking across your line of sight&lt;/span&gt;, repeatedly blocking your view until you have to say "oi, im watching show la, dont block...***** no manners..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys cant bear reading all 10 points, so i'll just skip to number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;People suffering from blur-case syndrome&lt;/span&gt; - Seriously, this is the ultimate annoyance factor. Imagine watching the intro for a CSI show and suddenly a friend/family member goes "who did that?". Diu...watch the show and find out laaaaa...dont act noob please~~ Your questions will be answered right before the end of the show, ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...i made a list of the factors that make me go UGHHH when watching movies/shows. Hopefully in future, i can refer back to this list for any updating to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8903032590196585325?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8903032590196585325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8903032590196585325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8903032590196585325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8903032590196585325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/02/ughhh-factors-when-watching-movies.html' title='Ughhh Factors When Watching Movies'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3510063267767882184</id><published>2010-02-17T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:35:32.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Movie Review</title><content type='html'>When this movie first came out in the cinemas, I've heard plenty of hype that it was a great movie, a "must-watch" movie of the year. I was a bit skeptical about the movie, but didnt get to watch in in the cinemas (for some unknown reason). The trailer looked promising with action packed in less than 5 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the trailer was (as you know it) just a trailer. The best parts of the movie is already in the trailer and there is nothing else jaw-dropping left in the movie. I watched for the first 30 min and I'm already feeling sleepy. I guess the biggest mistakes made by the producers of the movie is to include random technical jargon all over the place, stuff that relate to geological and astronomical studies and what-not. 30 min was wasted on that, not to mention nonsense, lame, and political dialogues that bring no meaning to the whole story. At least PJ's King Kong did a better storytelling of the background of the characters that serve different purposes later in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, in 2012, in the biggest and most dominant country in the whole world, their citizens STILL do not realize that the "government" are all lies. They STILL believe them when they are asked to "calm down" when reality suggests they should be panicking. Really bodoh *facepalm*. Also, many people said this movie was "action packed all the way from start till end". I dont see any "action". unless you people mean "verbal action" la~. Things like "we have to get out of blablabla, get to blablabla. Come on! Hurry blablabla. Get that blablabla. We gotta make it out here alive blablabla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really really hope they dont mean the CG...because CG dont mean anything other than to make you "waaa, you saw that?! the car went thru a collapsing glass building!!! yeng wor!!!". Seriously, dont...i will kill you for that. IMO, "The Sinking of Japan" did better overall although the CG was quite fake. THAT movie was touching, saddening and shows the fight for survival and ultimate sacrifice. 2012 on the other hand...is like a ride in the jurassic park which lasts for (yep...you guessed it) less than 5 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many negative things i want to say, but i just cant remember the movie. It is that bad! I wanted to turn off the dvd player after 1 hour into the movie...but didnt because my parents were watching (my mother was totally oblivious to what's happening on-screen and contributed to my UGHHH factor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**UGHHH factor = things that i dont like when watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i really should create a post just for that, just realised i didnt make one before&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3510063267767882184?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3510063267767882184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3510063267767882184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3510063267767882184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3510063267767882184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/02/2012-movie-review.html' title='2012 Movie Review'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-2915311292150923299</id><published>2010-02-06T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:40:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need Title Laaaa</title><content type='html'>Have you ever played games, as in video games, before? Dont know why some people always say certain games are fake/not real/nonsense. Yea, games are fake...that's why it is a DAMN GAME. You want real? Then go rob a bank, play with the police, gamble your life in prison, try it! Its fun...i can assure you...Games are meant to be fake, come on. Why nobody ever complained "hey, look! It's Tetris...so fake...i wont play" WTF, obviously there is no such thing as "falling-bricks-which-will-twist-and-turn-at-will-in-mid-air-to-form-lines-at-the-floor-just-to-disappear-and-be-repeated-all-over-again-until-the-bricks-actually-fall-faster-and-then-the-game-over-screen-pops-up-mysteriously". To say that a game is fake just proves how irrational you can be in making decisions. I'll just go ahead and assume you are one of those people who play Final F-king Fantasy games (that game is boring as hell for me, but i wont say its fake, unlike you, because the combat system is very much like playing Chess which is turn-based...). LOL, if US and the middle east are going at their throats like turn-based strategy games, i will be amused. Seriously, who goes to war saying "ok, your turn now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What-ever la...Maybe you're just the kind of person who does not game, very well, i can understand that...but dont let me catch you playing those flash games on FB because i will (and i mean i WILL) go up to you and scold you for being a hypocrite that you are, and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Im going for my company's annual dinner tonight...so here's hoping i wouldn't come back empty handed. High hopes for the following lucky gifts:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;video cam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DSLR cam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iphone/3G handphone...?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;x-hdd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;console (haha, highly unlikely they will prepare this as a present XD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;if all else fails...then going home with goodie bag or hamper also ok kua...at least got something to fill up my stomach when im hungry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-2915311292150923299?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/2915311292150923299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=2915311292150923299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2915311292150923299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2915311292150923299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-need-title-laaaa.html' title='No Need Title Laaaa'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-5649368987422001564</id><published>2010-01-15T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:14:04.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need Title...</title><content type='html'>How sucky can my life be? I mean, my WHOLE DAMN life is full of ffkers. Shit, being an ffker damn nice la now is it?! Fine, I can play this game too. Or probably not, because I'm a damn nice guy to begin with. "hey, look it's mr nice guy, lets ffk him...he wont be angry with us". Yeah, take advantage all you want, karma is gonna bite you in the ass one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've gotta get my body checked soon since being such a nice guy is utterly unfair as I began experiencing all kinds of shit going through my body. Since college I've been experiencing pain in my heart (yes...real pain, although other kinds of "heart pain" were present during that time). The pain is like a needle pricking from the inside out, but rarely happens. It happens at random times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, it doesn't happen when I'm excited; such as playing outdoor games, laughing out loud, watching pr0n, or breathing heavily whatsoever. It just happens randomly just like yesterday when i was sitting down calmly programming a software while it struck me from within *ughH~~* and its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my heart or my lungs? It is always at the same place (which is at the heart). Thinking hard whether to tell parents about this or not...cause Im their only son...and what if diagnosed...and said if I could not live long *touch wood*...what would be their reaction...damn...i wanna cheat death lehhhhh...wanna have a family with grand kids first before i go...*denggg, emo-ing already*. Bah, go rest 1st...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-5649368987422001564?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/5649368987422001564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=5649368987422001564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5649368987422001564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5649368987422001564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-need-title.html' title='No Need Title...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-7913232249179715000</id><published>2009-12-30T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:33:46.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need Title la...</title><content type='html'>Feel so tired. As i close my eyes, images and thoughts begin to fill my mind, as if dreaming. It's not that im sleepy, it's just that i dont know what/how to do my current task (which is also being developed by another colleague). He says he will check but...zzz...check so long meh...teach me also la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the last few posts, i mentioned about letting go a bird and it will eventually come back to you? Well, that's no bird. That's a FISH! While birds KNOW when to come back to its owner, FISHES would NEVER come back. I just hope the new year doesn't come soon enough...Everything will change, but we will see if it is for the better or worse. So far I've seen, it's going downhill. Oh well, look at the bright side, there are games coming out in jan, and feb has CNY and vday holidays =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(deng, already 30th dec 09 now...i post so damn late...outdated already)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-7913232249179715000?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/7913232249179715000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=7913232249179715000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7913232249179715000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7913232249179715000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-need-title-la_30.html' title='No Need Title la...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-264188361668085542</id><published>2009-12-29T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:04:48.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need Title...</title><content type='html'>I'm currently addicted to several songs, but 2 particular songs that stand out right now is Kelly Clarkson's "Already Gone" and Taylor Swift's "You belong with me". Funny how these 2 songs &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contradict&lt;/span&gt; (this word offended some gay basterd quite a while back LOL) with each other. The former is about a couple who broke up because she loves him too much that she must back off from the relationship. The latter is, however, about the girl who is jealous of a guy who's close to her but having a relationship with a girl who doesn't really understand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WTF eric, since when you listen to love songs?!" Yup, I have been emo-ing for the past week (end of nov 09) or so. But not to worry, it's a good thing. Keeps me alive and HUMAN. (yes, i do realise it is now end of DEC 09. Slowpoke is slow...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm feeling these two songs, there might be other people *cough cough* feeling the same (possibly about me?). Haha, thinking too much already...how can it be? Nah, no such thing...no no no...impossible...blah!  nah...scratch that. Its freaking end of Dec now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...I just realised that my taste for music has changed yet once again. Let's recap on my music taste history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 - 2007 (rock/hard rock/alt rock)&lt;br /&gt;2008 - 2009 (techno/dance)&lt;br /&gt;2009 (pop/rnb/love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From years 2002 till 2007, I was a Form 3 student up till my 2nd year in college. In 2008, I began my degree course till the middle of 2009, when I started work. It was then when I changed taste in music again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be my taste for music in future? Frank Sinatra? Beethoven? Oh noes~~ don't want to be like my dear cousin...lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-264188361668085542?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/264188361668085542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=264188361668085542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/264188361668085542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/264188361668085542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-need-title.html' title='No Need Title...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-2621590265772312405</id><published>2009-12-01T08:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:29:05.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need Title La</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have always been comparing myself with others just to see how much luckier, better-looking, and fortunate than I am. Is it me, or am I really sensitive when I always feel that people are watching me in public thinking that I look like a weirdo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I am being an underweight for a long long time already, but my parents always say I look like this because they too were like that during their age. Is it their genes that make me who I am now, or are my daily activities and diet affecting me physically? When I put my arms forward, I can see my neck bones jutting out. If i stretch my arms backwards, I can see my rib cage bones. Shit, I dont even have 6 pacs. When I'm carrying heavy boxes, my arms will display not muscles, but bones...pffffttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into the mirror, I see myself as being perfect, but when I step out of the house...everyone's bigger and fitter. Could it be a matter of my fashion choice? If I wear an M shirt (I'm S-sized by the way), people would say I look small. If I wear an S shirt, people would say "wtf, eat more rice la...diu, no girl would want you as their boyfriend la...cant even protect her with your size". -____________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there are times I often compare myself to those who play basketball. Why? Because apparently, chix dig these guys...VERY MUCH. Why? Because apparently, they have the moves and style and they look sexy doing it in the bball court. How come chix dont dig badminton players, or paintballers, or table tennis players? Why?! It's like the same when I say "guys dig OLs", but that's just being stereotypical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-2621590265772312405?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/2621590265772312405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=2621590265772312405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2621590265772312405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2621590265772312405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-need-title-la.html' title='No Need Title La'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-4393582517065929479</id><published>2009-11-21T19:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:21:28.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Love?</title><content type='html'>What is love? How do you define love? When does love happen? How do you show love? How do you know if love is in the air? All these questions make me wonder, do girls (and guys) really truly understand what love is all about, and not just some kind of cheap crush or puppy love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking for the past few days and came up with several definitions that would define love based on past experience (not that i have had that many relationships before...just...experiences lah~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) About the level of appearances of both parties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g: A girl notices a handsome guy and she goes up to him. The guy, who believes in love at 1st sight, also finds her to be pretty and starts a relationship soon after. Everything else will matter later during their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) About mutual understanding between two parties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By having the same family background/situation, they two parties understand how the other person feels because s/he had experienced it before, and therefore being able to provide solutions, feedback, and consultation. The chemistry works somewhere in between the process and voila, you have "love"!...or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Of similar interests?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Having the same sense of humour/movie and music taste/outdoor activities. I would like to refer this as being compatible with each other as it makes it very easy to get along with each other. But does it mean anything more than just "best friends"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Caring for one another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;When one person notices even the slightest of difference in that special someone, could that lead to love? Of course, it must be a 2-way flow because that shows that the 2 of them are actually concerned for one another, thus noticing the differences and/or change of behaviour patterns. Some might say that it is a common thing to care for another as friends, but such minor details such as a change of diet (for example) over the past week/month might be enough to make one realize (because he is always watching her...). How about giving encouragement when the other person is experiencing low self-esteem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Restricted to the financial status of another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Does love linger around those with the same financial status? Can there be love between the poor and the rich, or somewhere in the middle? Does ego play a role here, or do women only look for rich men to support them in future? What happens if the men is unable to support, can there still be love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) One who can bring happiness to another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Some women prefer men who can provide them with happiness. Happiness in the sense that actions and verbal communications that could provide laughter. Afterall, a happy couple is a healthy couple, right? However, I have experienced making others laugh, but I dont see the connection between us. So, could it be a factor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Developed from a couple who always quarrel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I have only seen this happen in dramas. Dont know if it could really happen in reality. Please let me know if you experienced such events before as i am interested to know more about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-4393582517065929479?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/4393582517065929479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=4393582517065929479&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/4393582517065929479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/4393582517065929479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-love.html' title='What Is Love?'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8482160839413046749</id><published>2009-11-17T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:24:21.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need Title lah...</title><content type='html'>Suitable song to be played now: Your Love Is A Lie - Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a contractor who has already completed building 99% of a skyscraper in the middle of a busy city. Assuming the weather is calm, the plan goes well, and the hired labourers are all paid well with high motivation. All of a sudden, a meteor comes plummeting from the sky straight into the center of the building under construction. The building collapses, crashing down on the streets below, creating a domino effect on other nearby buildings. Thick dust rise up to form heavy clouds and fill the city with polluted air. Yala, i know most of you watched 2012 already...but that's just a movie. My feelings are real leh, words can only describe so much. *Sigh* Actually I felt this on Friday the 13th (last week) but now only posting it because I needed some cooldown time over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that "there are many fish in the sea~". I say f*** you, all the nice fish let fisherman catch jor! I use fishing rod and bait to catch 1 fish, the fisherman use big net to catch MANY FISH. Diu...where got fish left for me leh~ I use what quality fishing rod or bait also no use already la! And there was an instance when I actually almost caught a fish, and then I looked closely at its fin. #%^#*! got the #%#%* tag on it! Malang betul, have to throw the fish back to where it belongs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8482160839413046749?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8482160839413046749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8482160839413046749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8482160839413046749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8482160839413046749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-need-title-lah_17.html' title='No Need Title lah...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3233252346816353728</id><published>2009-11-16T07:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:13:42.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need Title lah...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so from now onwards, I'm gonna be keeping all the feelings to myself, the unhappy ones that is. I must train myself not to explode in front of the public. It is for the better, as my first impression is much more important. I will not act like there was something wrong, as if hiding behind an angel's mask. IMHO, letting others realise their mistakes have more effect than showing them their mistakes. Yup, if they do realise, i guess it shall be their burden to handle the guilt. I dont know why, but the devil within is always forcing me to return to the usual emo side of me. Is that what I really am? Am I better off that way, or do i continue putting on this angel's mask and pretend to be a nice guy? They say that bad guys get the best chicks. Hmm...I guess I'll play Mr Nice Guy for a while more just to see how things turn out (and also to keep my working image).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric, they always say "grasp the bird too tightly in your hands will only suffocate it. sometimes you have to learn to let go in order for the bird to come back into your hands". Well, I have been trying to let go, but why isn't it coming back? Am I missing something? If you know, please...guide me...already so lonely...somemore wanna let go...I've got nothing else left behind...lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know one thing I enjoy doing? Singing out loud karaoke style to the tunes of my mp3 player at home. Cant get any better stress reliever than that. It cleanses the mind and the soul. Sometimes I would just sing out aloud in my car while driving, you know, winding down the windows, turning up the volume, and just do the headbanging motion and tapping my fingers on the steering wheel. Cant do that when a passenger is with me though (shy mah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die one day (come on, let's be realistic), during my funeral, I want this song to be played: "Be in the Mirror". Such a sad song can only be felt by those who experienced pain and suffering. Not that I suffered a lot in my life, I just feel that it might be the most suitable song to convey the mood. Makes it more touching and has the "you shall be missed" feeling, haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3233252346816353728?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3233252346816353728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3233252346816353728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3233252346816353728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3233252346816353728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-need-title-lah_16.html' title='No Need Title lah...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-5544264177492812414</id><published>2009-11-15T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:07:52.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need Title lah...</title><content type='html'>What is life without facebook? If you have read through the star article few weeks ago, 3 students volunteered to take part in the activity where they are not allowed to access any social networking websites. Since they are hardcore, they would always log on to these sites just to see what's going on around their friends. Also not forgetting the posts they make to get attention from viewers. For me, social networking sites are considerably helpful where birthdates are concerned (cant remember all our friends' birthdates mah), but other than that, it should not be the primary location to express. Why am I writing this then? Simple. Not many people know my blog =D Furthermore, Im only writing this so that i can view it back at another date to remind myself of how noob I was before I change (hopefully will change for the better la ha..). And if you're reading this, good for you because:&lt;br /&gt;a) either you went all the way and research about me or&lt;br /&gt;b) I trust you enough to give you this url&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, back to topic. Social networking websites can never be on par with meeting people in person. With that said, I would strongly suggest that "to know one person more, you must meet the person face to face and not through chatting online via social networking applications. It just takes away the mood and feel. Facial expressions/body language could not be seen and heard (dont even mention emoticons).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-5544264177492812414?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/5544264177492812414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=5544264177492812414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5544264177492812414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5544264177492812414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-need-title-lah_15.html' title='No Need Title lah...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8654189124624849465</id><published>2009-11-14T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:17:25.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need Title lah...</title><content type='html'>You also should not expect a lot aka dont "perasan". Whatever intention that is done for/to you, is not exactly what you think it is. It might be something unique/special/extraordinary to you, but for the other person, it might just be a normal casual thing which doesn't mean anything. Expecting a lot would only lead to one thing: Disappointment. From there, bad stress may develop and cause you to get demotivated, have low self-esteem, and also feel hatred for a period of time. You do not want to express these feelings in public, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language seems to be a common problem for a person like you. To overcome this, you would have to bear with the fact that your own origins are...well...different from other people of the same race. Learn to listen to conversations carefully, pick up words that are easy to hear/say, remember the meanings and try to apply them in daily conversations. A simple one will do, it doesn't have to be a complicated and long sentence. And remember to converse with a person who really knows what you are trying to say so that s/he can correct your mistakes. Of course, dont go talk in chinese with a stranger, later s/he will look at you with one kind of expression, your face also gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i've always been around chinese educated people, sometimes it just feels awkward when all of them converse in chinese while i'm the only one being quiet throughout the duration. Sigh, yes, I'm used to it...but I'm still human leh, I will get annoyed wan leh...What's worse is when people start making fun of me...in chinese!!! FUUUUUU!!! Personally, i feel that reading from a chinese guide book is not as effective as speaking and listening to the language itself. Every once in a while when i catch a word which is commonly used, i would ask if it means that something in english. So if it matches, then it would be quite easy for me to relate to cantonese as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8654189124624849465?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8654189124624849465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8654189124624849465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8654189124624849465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8654189124624849465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-need-title-lah_14.html' title='No Need Title lah...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-598023766834150467</id><published>2009-11-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:47:45.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need Title lah...</title><content type='html'>Eric, although you have worked out a plan at least 1 week in advance, the outcome didnt turn out as expected. Do you know why? The reason is because you lack of STRATEGIC planning. You paved the path to your destination, but you didnt consider the various variables that might deviate you from achieving your goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, you had planned to go for a movie with a group of friends. You set your plans, but the fact is that many things can alter the outcome of the plan such as say...heavy rain causing massive jam, or car breaking down on the road, or getting lost, stopped by a policeman, etc. Worse case scenario would be that ALL of them eventually ffk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good project manager would have considered these circumstances and try to prevent/avoid them with additional backup plans. Some might arguably say being flexible is a good attribute one must have, it is still not good enough. Being flexible in this context means that the person is prepared for whatever outcome is thrown at them, and spontaneously act according to the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good planning is often the better solution to ensure that the goals are met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I wish to highlight (especially to myself) is to go for whatever you wanna do. If you wanna go ice skating, go ahead. If you wanna go paintballing, go ahead, no one's stopping you. Budget is not an issue in these cases as you am already working. If you do not do what you want to do now, it might not be freely available to you in future. Treat every day or moment as if it was your last (touch wood) and never regret doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live life to the fullest" (quote someone lah)&lt;br /&gt;"Time waits for no one" (quote someone again lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing Eric, just be yourself. I know you are not a laughable person, but please stop making a fool of yourself by creating not-so-funny aka lame jokes. It only makes you feel like a complete fool/noob. That might turn off some people. If others want to be popular with their attention-seeking attitude, let them be. I'd advise you to stay cool, nothing wrong with being quiet, take it easy, relax, and converse normally without the silly laugh. You might not know who is secretly admiring you. Damn, I HAD to say it eventually...-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Facial looks and body physique aren't everything in a guy. So it shouldn't be an excuse to have low self-esteem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-598023766834150467?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/598023766834150467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=598023766834150467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/598023766834150467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/598023766834150467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-need-title-lah.html' title='No Need Title lah...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8489734355649423455</id><published>2009-10-16T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:40:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Me To Life (Malay Version)</title><content type='html'>Macamana kau boleh lihat menerusi mataku&lt;br /&gt;Macam pintu terbuka&lt;br /&gt;Ketuai mu ke dalam ku&lt;br /&gt;Di mana saya menjadi kejang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Hantunya tidur kesejukan&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga mu jumpainya dan ketuainya&lt;br /&gt;Balik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bawaku balik)&lt;br /&gt;Bangunkan aku&lt;br /&gt;(Tak bangun-bangun)&lt;br /&gt;Bangunkan aku&lt;br /&gt;(Tolong aku)&lt;br /&gt;Sebutlah namaku dan selamatkanku dari kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bawaku balik)&lt;br /&gt;Alirkan darahku&lt;br /&gt;(Tak bangun-bangun)&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumku tak jadi-jadi &lt;---wtf how to translate this&lt;br /&gt;(Tolong aku)&lt;br /&gt;Selamatkan ku daripada ketiadaan &lt;--- another wtf-how-to-translate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang you tahu I takde apa&lt;br /&gt;You tak boleh tinggalkan I&lt;br /&gt;Bernafas dalam ku dan jadikan ku benar&lt;br /&gt;Lahirkan ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bawaku balik)&lt;br /&gt;Bangunkan aku&lt;br /&gt;(Tak bangun-bangun)&lt;br /&gt;Bangunkan aku&lt;br /&gt;(Tolong aku)&lt;br /&gt;Sebutlah namaku dan selamatkanku dari kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bawaku balik)&lt;br /&gt;Alirkan darahku&lt;br /&gt;(Tak bangun-bangun)&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumku tak jadi-jadi &lt;---wtf how to translate this&lt;br /&gt;(Tolong aku)&lt;br /&gt;Selamatkan ku daripada ketiadaan &lt;--- another wtf-how-to-translate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahirkan ku&lt;br /&gt;(Aku hidup dalam kepalsuan, dalamnya kosong)&lt;br /&gt;Lahirkan ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beku di dalam tanpa mu,&lt;br /&gt;tanpa sayang mu&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, hanyamu hidup di antara yang mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua ini, tak percaya I tak nampak,&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kegelapan, you berada di hadapan ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidur seribu tahun agaknya,&lt;br /&gt;Kena buka mata tengok semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa fikir,tanpa suara, tanpa jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Jangan biarku mati~&lt;br /&gt;Tentu ada lagi&lt;br /&gt;Lahirkan ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bawaku balik)&lt;br /&gt;Bangunkan aku&lt;br /&gt;(Tak bangun-bangun)&lt;br /&gt;Bangunkan aku&lt;br /&gt;(Tolong aku)&lt;br /&gt;Sebutlah namaku dan selamatkanku dari kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bawaku balik)&lt;br /&gt; Alirkan darahku&lt;br /&gt; (Tak bangun-bangun)&lt;br /&gt; Sebelumku tak jadi-jadi &lt;---wtf how to translate this&lt;br /&gt; (Tolong aku)&lt;br /&gt;Selamatkan ku daripada ketiadaan &lt;--- another wtf-how-to-translate&lt;br /&gt;Lahirkan ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aku hidup dalam kepalsuan, dalamnya kosong)&lt;br /&gt;Lahirkan kuuu~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8489734355649423455?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8489734355649423455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8489734355649423455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8489734355649423455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8489734355649423455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/10/bring-me-to-life-malay-version.html' title='Bring Me To Life (Malay Version)'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-738610022752898693</id><published>2009-09-05T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:11:37.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom Pow Lyrics (Malay version)</title><content type='html'>Kena ambik-bik, kena ambik-bik, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Kena a-a-a-mbik-bik-bik, bik, bik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom x3&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I ada kena pukul blok tu&lt;br /&gt;You boleh ambik bes tambahan tu&lt;br /&gt;I ada "rock and roll"&lt;br /&gt;Aliran masa depan tu&lt;br /&gt;Ludah digital tu&lt;br /&gt;Tahi visual pangkat seterusnya&lt;br /&gt;I ada boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Macamana pukulan bang, boom boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suka boom boom pow&lt;br /&gt;Ayam-ayam jackin' stail ku&lt;br /&gt;Mereka mahu tiru swagger-ku&lt;br /&gt;Saya atas tahi seterusnya sekarang&lt;br /&gt;Ku sangat 3008&lt;br /&gt;You sangat 2000 lewat&lt;br /&gt;I ada boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Masa depan boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Biar aku ada sekarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku atas sonik hebat boom&lt;br /&gt;Lu dengar kapal angkasa "zoom"&lt;br /&gt;Masaku langkah dalam bilik&lt;br /&gt;Gadis semua pergi tahi-monyet, uh&lt;br /&gt;Lu semua sangkut pada 8 Tahi Hebat&lt;br /&gt;Low-fi 8 bit bodoh tu&lt;br /&gt;Ku atas HD rata tu&lt;br /&gt;Rentak ni pergi boom boom bap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jadi makhluk bila you ghairahkan ku&lt;br /&gt;Ke masa depan saibertron&lt;br /&gt;Lebih keras, lebih cepat, lebih baik, lebih kuat&lt;br /&gt;Gadis seksi lebih panjang&lt;br /&gt;sebab kita kena pukul lambungan tu&lt;br /&gt;Kita kena pukul paun tu&lt;br /&gt;Kita kena pukul 808 tu&lt;br /&gt;Boom tu boom kat bandar you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang kat tempat tu&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nak ke bawah&lt;br /&gt;Lambai lah tangan mu&lt;br /&gt;Will.i.am jatuhkan rentak sekarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku akan menghayunkan rentak, ya, ya&lt;br /&gt;Ku akan menghayunkan rentak, y-y-ya, ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari pergi, mari pergi, radio satelit&lt;br /&gt;Kita kena pukul sama boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Pukulan besar, ku pijak sama orang kerdil&lt;br /&gt;Berak atas mu dengan boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Berak atas mu dengan boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Berak atas mu dengan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rentak ni langgar langgar&lt;br /&gt;Rentak ni boom boom&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah rentak ni hayun&lt;br /&gt;B-b-biarlah rentak ni hayun&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah rentak ni hayun&lt;br /&gt;Rentak ni langgar langgar&lt;br /&gt;Rentak ni boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suka boom boom pow&lt;br /&gt;Ayam-ayam jackin' stail ku&lt;br /&gt;Mereka mahu tiru swagger-ku&lt;br /&gt;Saya atas tahi seterusnya sekarang&lt;br /&gt;Ku sangat 3008&lt;br /&gt;You sangat 2000 lewat&lt;br /&gt;I ada boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Masa depan boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;Biar aku ada sekarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom, kena ambik-bik&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom x4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah rentak ni hayun&lt;br /&gt;(Biarlah rentak ni hayun)&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah rentak ni hayun&lt;br /&gt;(Biarlah rentak)&lt;br /&gt;Biarlah rentak ni hayun&lt;br /&gt;(Biarlah rentak ni hayun, hayun, hayun, hayuuunn~~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-738610022752898693?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/738610022752898693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=738610022752898693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/738610022752898693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/738610022752898693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/09/boom-boom-pow-lyrics-malay-version.html' title='Boom Boom Pow Lyrics (Malay version)'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-7678067858208340970</id><published>2009-09-05T15:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:52:33.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination Tragedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back due to popular demand (actually just for the Wangsa Maju hantu..cannot mention name la ha...later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;kena pukul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...lol), I reluctantly tried to find a topic for an update.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after thinking for more than 10 min*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alright, I still got nothing worth mentioning, so why not I start off with talking about the final examinations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We sat for two papers, the first being EWAPP (web module) and the second was ADBS (database module led by our Hantu's favourite lecturer/supervisor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The ADBS module was notably more difficult than EWAPP because it had more theory concepts to remember and some calculation involved. Before the exam, the published timetable stated that the number of hours to complete the papers were 2 hours each. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the examination day (Monday), the invigilators wrote 11:10am - 1:10am on the w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hiteboard for the EWAPP paper. The strange thing I noticed when I had settled down in the exam hall is that the front cover of the paper stated "1 hour 30 min". I quickly told the guy in front of me that the paper is 1.5 hours only, but don't know what he said to me in a not-so-shocking tone. So I figured he was already aware of it. As for myself, my senior had already told me in advanced that the paper will be 1.5 hours, and will not make any mistakes in time management. Since nobody in the exam hall brought up this issue in order to clarify, I might as well stay low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.5 hours had passed, the invigilator reminded students to attach their details on the paper and stop writing. Everyone was shocked! That was the moment I was waiting for, seeing everyone's shocked, surprised and blur faces! As we went out of the hall, students can be heard cursing. This kind of situatio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n will not happen if they had clarified earlier. Otherwise, it could just have been a case of not looking carefully at the question paper before proceeding to the answers.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the guy in front of me was complaining of not having enough time to complete the paper. I asked him "why not? I told you it was 1.5 hours." and he replied "jibai you got tell me meh?! Not enough time la!". Clearly, he didn't listen to me...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope all of these people who sat for the exam knew what their mistake was. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st thing&lt;/span&gt;: Dont want to listen to me because you think I'm a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd thing&lt;/span&gt;: Never read question paper and straight away answer like you know everything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd thing&lt;/span&gt;: Don't want to admit own mistakes (this is the worst!), keep on blaming others and making a scene by over-reacting.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"why so serious?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "because if you're not serious, things like this will happen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The picture below was taken on Wednesday, after the ADBS exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SqIi7eV-poI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NSEwuq2jSSQ/s1600-h/yuen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SqIi7eV-poI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NSEwuq2jSSQ/s320/yuen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377899310186669698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Location: Yuen Steamboat Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time: 6.30 - 11.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Occasion: ZQ's, Carol's and Wai Kit's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From Left: Eric (myself), Zhizhi, Hong, Dom, Kev, Ah Ling, SaiMun, Ah Fun, Kok Soon, Hong Leong, Fck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's something funny about this picture though......................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-7678067858208340970?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/7678067858208340970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=7678067858208340970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7678067858208340970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7678067858208340970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/09/examination-tragedy.html' title='Examination Tragedy'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SqIi7eV-poI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NSEwuq2jSSQ/s72-c/yuen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-7158818695950532523</id><published>2009-02-02T19:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:19:31.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronunciation Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In class, while lecturer was doing his work on his laptop, Kev was telling me something about his funny conversation with his friend that happened some time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;: Ei, my friend can't pronounce "sperm" nicely...he pronounce "sperm" as "spam".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Huh? What did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;: He said "When the spam enters the hole etc etc..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;: Omg...chinese ed or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;: Yala, can't pronounce properly wan... (-_-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZQ&lt;/span&gt;: (in chinese: mei yeh, mei yeh) What is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*proceeds to make fun of ZQ*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;: ZQ, try saying "spam"&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZQ&lt;/span&gt;: Spam...(laugh laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaah! Don't laugh la, got girl here. Do you know what spam means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZQ&lt;/span&gt;: Dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and I&lt;/span&gt;: (-_-) laugh but dont know what it means...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Fun&lt;/span&gt;: What is it that is so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing la, we're talking about s...spam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Fu&lt;/span&gt;n: Spam? Tsk, dont talk about that la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha, see, Ah Fun also knows what that is, malu la you ZQ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Eh? How come you know what we we're talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;: Ah Fun, tell ZQ what is "spam".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah Fun&lt;/span&gt;: Data Modelling technique, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kev&lt;/span&gt;: (O_O) ... (=_=") she lagi blur case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: lololol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-7158818695950532523?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/7158818695950532523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=7158818695950532523&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7158818695950532523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7158818695950532523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/02/pronunciation-misunderstood.html' title='Pronunciation Misunderstood'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-501844550233839849</id><published>2009-01-31T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:42:22.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dooms Day is Nearing!</title><content type='html'>As of 11pm, 31st of January 2009, the #1 search engine Google had gone crazy! Whatever you search, the output would be suggested links coupled with a statement saying that "This site may be harmful to your computer". Usually when this phrase is displayed with a link, it means that the site (most probably pornography sites or APIIT's webspace...yes, I dont like APIIT's site) is not safe and may contain viruses/trojans/worms that may affect your computer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said, and with that phrase displayed with every link...it could possibly mean google was hacked or dooms day is coming soon! Maybe 1st Feb 2009?! Who knows? Maybe a major worldly organization is planning on disguising its activities on a public holiday in KL (coincidence?). Be prepared for anything and everything as they may be watching you from the shadows, or from the sky, or from under your bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't believe it, check this $#!t out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SYRxNcY05vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BahpFS7dIc0/s1600-h/omg+da+horror.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SYRxNcY05vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BahpFS7dIc0/s320/omg+da+horror.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297483537467107058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Imagine what would the world be like without Uncle Google. Scary...I bet some of you nutshells dont even know what "Yahoo" is...wahahha (no, seriously...)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-501844550233839849?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/501844550233839849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=501844550233839849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/501844550233839849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/501844550233839849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/01/dooms-day-is-nearing.html' title='Dooms Day is Nearing!'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SYRxNcY05vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/BahpFS7dIc0/s72-c/omg+da+horror.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-2926208636819330666</id><published>2009-01-14T15:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:44:29.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APIIT Admin Is Good at Diverting Information</title><content type='html'>**Scenario**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 14th Jan 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 1:15pm&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I begin my journey to APIIT at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:15pm&lt;/span&gt;. Based on the appointment with my supervisor, the agreed/scheduled time to meet was at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2pm&lt;/span&gt;. As usual, I would need at least 40 minutes to reach APIIT by car and and I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;received a phone call at about 1.35pm&lt;/span&gt;. As I was driving, I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; could not answer the phone call&lt;/span&gt; therefore I have sent a busy ringtone to the caller. The caller rang up as soon as I sent the busy tone and I resent the busy tone. No more calls came in after that as I drove in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached APIIT at around 1.50pm. I went straight to the designated classroom only to find out that the supervisor was on MC. I asked another student under her supervision about her absence and he said he got a call from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admin at around 1.32pm &lt;/span&gt;saying that she would be absent. He said he was there at that time because he was having a class and wanted to wait for his friend to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After knowing that, I headed straight for the Admin to address this issue of them not informing in advance. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This issue has been addressed&lt;/span&gt; before by yours truly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 - 4 weeks ago&lt;/span&gt; when the Admin did not inform the students of the absence of another lecturer responsible for the Final Year Project (FYP) briefing. I had actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gave them my contact number&lt;/span&gt; before and asked them to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;update my email address&lt;/span&gt;. I do not see why this is yet another case I should address again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Admin apologized for the inconvenience and asked me if I would like to see the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upper Management&lt;/span&gt;. I reluctantly agreed to see the Manager. The conversation below took place in the Manager's room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); "&gt;(AUDIO ONLY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xfu1u1xubzA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xfu1u1xubzA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you have heard, the Manager was trying to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;divert the conversation&lt;/span&gt;. He keeps on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;interfering&lt;/span&gt; with my speech. What the hell does the APIIT email got to do with the Admin not informing me in advance?! What has email got to do with this?! Even if its the email, do you think the email is a practical and efficient way of telling students of urgent changes?! Even when I told him that I have heard the same story before during his briefing that I attended, he continued telling me the same thing, what for?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that everything is settled, I decided to walk away without hurting anyone's feelings unlike those people who are dissatisfied with service. I hung out with some of my friends who came that day just to see what the supervisor meeting is like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next scenario is when I was heading towards the carpark to go home. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a call from the Admin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admin: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hello? Is this Eric Wong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, who is this speaking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admin: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is APIIT's admin. Why didn't you pick up my call just now? How can you say we did not inform you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*pauses* I'm sorry, but I was driving when you called me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admin: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You should have picked up the call instead of saying we did not call you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was driving, how do you expect me to answer your call?! And I was driving on my way to APIIT. *frustration builds* Don't you think it's a little too late to call me for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admin:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We did try to inform you but you didn't answer the call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eric:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hello! Who is this?! MAY I KNOW WHO IS THIS SPEAKING?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admin: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*inserts hold-on tone and cuts off the line*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I will be filing another complaint. To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;met with the Manager&lt;/span&gt; again today (15th Jan) and told him of the conversation that took place on the phone with the Admin. Below is the conversation between me and the Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(AUDIO ONLY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/klQsg7b690U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/klQsg7b690U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after that, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arranged a meeting&lt;/span&gt; with my supervisor at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30am&lt;/span&gt;. She &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; me if the Admin had informed me yesterday that she will be absent. She also said that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she informed&lt;/span&gt; the Admin of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her MC at 8am&lt;/span&gt;. I told her the details and obviously &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she was disappointed&lt;/span&gt; with the Admin. She then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanted me&lt;/span&gt; (and her other supervisees) to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;send her an email&lt;/span&gt; regarding this issue so that she could then lodge a complaint. I felt so sorry for the Admin, muahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now (7.05pm), the Admin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt; me again to inform me of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supervisor meeting&lt;/span&gt; (again?!) which will take place at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10am&lt;/span&gt; (16th Jan). I told the Admin that I had already spoken to my supervisor and would like her to double check that. Yup, pretty much confirmed that my Supervisor is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgetful&lt;/span&gt; but I can't blame her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that stood out is that the Admin was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY F-ING POLITE&lt;/span&gt;, and she actually took the time to call me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 day in advance&lt;/span&gt;! Wow...such tremendous effort in improving the service. It's almost unbelievable...But she was not the same woman I spoke to before. Maybe she got fired? Muahahahha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-2926208636819330666?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/2926208636819330666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=2926208636819330666&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2926208636819330666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2926208636819330666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2009/01/apiit-admin-is-good-at-diverting.html' title='APIIT Admin Is Good at Diverting Information'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3230143476376201006</id><published>2008-12-28T22:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:34:27.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips and Myths About Zombies</title><content type='html'>Zombies (often humanoid) are derived from those who are brought back to life but are unconscious of their behaviour. Back in those days when zombies are first introduced, they were slow and stupid, and have fetish for braaaaiiiinnnnzzz. Would you like to know more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombies attack in hordes. There will be one zombie at first during the start of the outbreak, but do not, I repeat...DO NOT underestimate him/her/it! The zombie, if safety measures are not taken, will attack another individual and infect him, spreading the virus and if this is not under control, it will create a disaster no human could possibly imagine!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Myth #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Zombie fluid are infectious and they must not enter another individual's blood stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Myth #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The duration of the zombification process varies between individuals, depending on the blood type and immunity system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I had mentioned, zombies are slow and stupid, so why bother? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt; the kind of ignorance I'm talking about! How do you know that they cant RUN?! Modern zombies apparently have learnt the ability to rush. They know how to climb, run, clobber down doors, jump through windows and many more than you could possibly imagine. Zombies these days scare the crap out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Myth #&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Zombies are attracted to high contrast light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Myth #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Zombies apparently become stunned in place when rock music is played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether fast or slow zombies, they have a common weakness which is their brain! Dismembering or disembowelling them will not keep them down. In fact, their blood will splash around giving them a higher chance of infecting you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tip #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Quickly reach for a weapon (anything that can be used to get to their brains) and start aiming for the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important note: Beheading them will not end their misery because their brain is still whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tip #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Lighting a zombie on fire works too as long as they don't get too near you ala &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kamikaze&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your partner or a friend is bitten by a zombie, quickly make decisions to isolate him or yourself from him. If he decides to stay behind to fight the horde, give him a melee weapon or a bomb preferably for him to take out as many as he can before he becomes one of them. DO NOT be a dumbf*ck and give him a gun when you need it more than him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tip #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: When encountered, RUN LIKE HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Myth #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Zombies are sensitive to quick movements and high pitch noises. Stay calm and move (and act) like a zombie to the exit as a last resort. Avoid wearing digital watches that make beeping sound hourly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heed these advices as one day (touch wood) a zombie outbreak may occur when you least expect it. A sign of a zombie outbreak is when you find that your parents are not at home, and the whole street is empty, cars parked in the middle of the road, house gates opened wide, blood smeared across windows, and crows flocking on street lamps and tension wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared, always remember these tips and choose your weapons and friends wisely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3230143476376201006?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3230143476376201006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3230143476376201006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3230143476376201006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3230143476376201006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/12/tips-and-myths-about-zombies.html' title='Tips and Myths About Zombies'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-2011575745325403615</id><published>2008-12-21T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:54:06.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Failed Attempt On a Girl</title><content type='html'>Back when I was studying during my secondary school days, I didn't know shit about love. I know nothing about courting girls, heck I don't even have the charm like most of the other guys had in school. I was not as handsome as them, not as charismatic as them, and believe it or not, I actually had trouble mixing around with girls. And somehow I got into a relationship which didn't last too long nor genuine enough to make me realise how sucky I was as a partner. True enough, I didn't feel emotional at all after the break up (some say I have no feelings/heartless/cruel).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then there was this girl whom I have not noticed since primary school. Didn't pay much attention to her during primary, but slowly got to know her more during my pre-relationship. She was sort of related to the whole thing...and yet I was too naive to realise what was more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could I ever forgive myself for feeding the food she gave me to a stray cat. Sigh, those were the times when I was not aware of people's feelings, how it'd hurt her. Speaking of which, there was a time when she once decided to open up to me on the phone, telling me her personal issues. And what was I doing at that time? You guessed it, playing game...It was really rude, yes I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forwarding to the college days. I remembered not attending for her birthday because I had to sit for my driving exam. I figured it was OK because I was not as important to her as her bf at that time. I was wrong...Now I realise that friends are equally as important as your life partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time passed after her break-up, I often called to show that I care (yeah, I know it's kinda cheesy this way). I called with the excuse of calling for fun and guess what, the line was either silent or it ended pretty quickly. Most of the time she won't even pick up my call. I knew I was a total nuisance to be wanting to chat with her all the time, but I kept doing it regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another year passed and her birthday approached near. I took her out alone to the big city to catch a movie of her choice. If only I was a better planner, I could have made it a day she will not forget. The very evening, we got lost in the city on our way home. And then I realised if I cared a lot for her, I would have practised and familiarise myself with the roads in the city. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way home, I remembered when I asked how she felt when I called her on the phone and the reason sometimes she didn't pick up my call. She said I was annoying and that sometimes it wasn't the right moment. I understood what she said and no hard feelings. By the end of the journey, how bad could it have ended when I totally screwed the proposal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, I have been living full of regrets. Why did I do this, why did I do that etc etc etc...Then came the moment when we are supposed to develope a flash application. I instantly thought of her and dedicatedly made it for her, hoping that she will like it. I sent it through email, asking her to reply if she like it, but no reply whatsoever till recently. I guess it wasn't good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These events and many more took place in our lives. I was really a douche back then, and I don't blame her for labelling me "annoying". All I could hope for now is that she would give me a chance to start again, hopefully not too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-2011575745325403615?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/2011575745325403615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=2011575745325403615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2011575745325403615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2011575745325403615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-failed-attempt-on-girl.html' title='My Failed Attempt On a Girl'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8693930321440280195</id><published>2008-12-17T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:22:29.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What "Take Care" Means</title><content type='html'>You often see the word "take care" in greeting cards, emails and sometimes often heard when people finish a conversation between each other. Usually this "take care" is coupled with wishes like "good/best of luck". When I was still naive, I didn't pay attention to what it really means although it states the obvious. It's just that I'm too ignorant to bother the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until around a year ago when I started to get sick frequently. At first it was once every 2 months. Then as time passed by, it gradually became as frequent as once every month! I was not aware that the reason for the drop of my body's immunity system was the lifestyle I've adapted for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to share my opinions and advice with you readers so that you don't follow my footsteps, cause it is bad...mmkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not sleep later than 12am. They say that the "fire" will come after 12am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take bath frequently, at least twice a day with cold water. This is for those who have inner "flames" like me. Your parents don't have it, doesn't mean you don't have it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do some exercise/sports activities. At least you move your muscle and not grow roots. Exercising also helps the cardiovascular system improve.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not isolate yourself in a stuffy room. Try to ventilate it with fresh air as best as you can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not always eat heaty food. For me, my throat is sensitive to spicy, heaty things. Drinking plenty of water is a must!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not take bath late at night. Don't know true or not, but they say that when you are older, you will often get headaches/body aches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Control your diet&lt;br /&gt;; Take too much of sweet stuff and you'll get diabetes/sugar rocks in kidney.&lt;br /&gt;; Take too much chocolate and your pimples will pop out (for my case la).&lt;br /&gt;; Take too much fats and you'll get heart failure (or is it?).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't think of anymore. You just have to be aware of what you consume, and how you manage your lifestyle. Hopefully I won't get sick as often as before...and now I really mean it when I say "take care" because it is very very difficult when you're weak. I've suffered enough, emotionally, physically and monetarily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8693930321440280195?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8693930321440280195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8693930321440280195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8693930321440280195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8693930321440280195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-take-care-means.html' title='What &quot;Take Care&quot; Means'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3054032751480949106</id><published>2008-12-14T18:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:56:13.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free-Thinker No More</title><content type='html'>Do you guys know what it takes to be a christian? Nah, I couldn't be bothered if you ask me. I am who I am and will live my life as free as a bird, doing what I want and what I like. That is until now that the bird is being held in someone's hands telling the bird not to fly away. Let me put it simply this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen of the house asked me to get baptized (a ritual to officially convert me into a christian) at a church my parents usually attend. She said that my father will be getting baptized soon and therefore her son must follow suit. She said afterall when the whole family are christians, they will get a chance to set up a christmas tree, celebrate christmas together etc etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If so, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HECK&lt;/span&gt; have we been doing for these past 21 years?? What cards did we post to friends? What celebration did we hold on every 25th of Dec?? Who have we been praying to?? She must be crazy to think that a full christian can do what non-christians cant. But I kept it all inside, not wanting to blurt out those words to her. Later she scold me again (sort of like our government...say a bit only, ISA come).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, cut the crap. She asked me to get baptized and she passed me the form. I looked at it. I read out loud, "Please sign me up for baptism....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; membership class for those not baptized and seeking membership. What if I want to get baptized and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; be a member?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said the membership class is only for 1-2 hours. I was thinking "If this class is for every week, I'm gonna &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ponteng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kowkow&lt;/span&gt;...whoever make noise about it, I'm gonna shoot back". So I went and filled up the form...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SUTkN9OGctI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bwYWcfavKpE/s1600-h/DSC00072+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SUTkN9OGctI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bwYWcfavKpE/s320/DSC00072+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279595591608201938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh, my mother asked why I didn't fill up the 2nd row, where I'm required to provide my name. I said "Like they are gonna call my chinese name...and I dont think they will ever call my name &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt; baptism because I wont attend &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; classes they hold whatsoever...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also did not provide my hp number for the same reason...wahahha! Oh man...I will be snoozing while my father listens to the lecture during the 1-2 hours of baptism class on the 25th Dec. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3054032751480949106?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3054032751480949106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3054032751480949106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3054032751480949106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3054032751480949106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-thinker-no-more.html' title='Free-Thinker No More'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SUTkN9OGctI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bwYWcfavKpE/s72-c/DSC00072+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-4381273096652210269</id><published>2008-12-01T10:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:44:37.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Last week was just like any other ordinary week, but all that changed until the weekend approached when plans were made to go on holiday with my fellow coursemates. Complications arose between them and I, and in the end I had decided not to join them as I was the "outstanding" individual.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever the reason was that caused those complications, I hereby state all my confessions to ease my mind (However, I do not wish forgiveness or sympathy from a certain sucker who doesn't know the meaning of "respecting people's rights"). Let's start according to alphabetical order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KY&lt;/span&gt; - Why are you first in the list? (-_-)" Nothing to apologize for. Next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PL&lt;/span&gt; - Sorry to bother you everytime with a miscall. Next time when I top up, I will send an SMS instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SF&lt;/span&gt; - Erm, sorry for blocking you? HA-HA...get that virus fixed and I'll unblock you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt; - Sorry for having you as the middle man for all discussions. They probably thought I was not going afterall, but you invited me nevertheless. Sorry for letting you down by not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SW&lt;/span&gt; - Erm, sorry for blocking you? HA-HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WH&lt;/span&gt; - Sorry for troubling you to come fetch me, although in the end I figured it'd be better if you dont, since another problem appeared "conveniently".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YF&lt;/span&gt; - Sorry about last week when I pretended like I wanna ffk you. I should have constructed my sentences properly cause what I meant was that my car cannot travel great distances, therefore I have to depend on people's transportation. Not that I intentionally want to ruin the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZQ&lt;/span&gt; - Sorry for troubling you to arrange transportation for me (although you're not driving at all). I thought you were really concerned about WH when you talked about his petrol and stuff when actually you were angry about your own damn time wasted planning for me. Give you a tip, next time when you plan, dont plan alone. Let others speak up and listen to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-4381273096652210269?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/4381273096652210269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=4381273096652210269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/4381273096652210269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/4381273096652210269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/12/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-1624060042655261850</id><published>2008-11-04T21:06:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:27:23.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor Finger Surgery</title><content type='html'>I had just undergone a minor surgery on my left middle finger yesterday and boy, I am still feeling the terror of looking directly at the open flesh when the doctor performed it. To tell the truth, this thing...called a "wart", [refer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wart"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;] has been growing on my finger for quite a long time, a year perhaps? I didn't think it would turn out this bad. Not to say it was in a very bad shape before removal, but several doctors have mentioned that if not treated, it would continue to grow bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wart is caused by a virus infection, so removing the dried skin wont solve the issue. Instead, it is recommended to surgically remove it together with its roots. Yes, this thing has roots! The 1st thing the doctor did was obviously to inject my finger so that it would get all numb. And then here comes the hard-to-watch part.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He held up a scalpel...then straightaway pierce into the side of the wart. Thankfully the injection had taken effect. After piercing at the side, he started CUTTING around the wart like he was gardening~ Oh man...all the blood oozing out from the sides...he did this till the whole wart was ready to be removed from my finger and when he used another tool to pull it out, the root (or was it my own flesh) was seen to be still intact with the wart he was pulling, like a blood soaked thread hanging on to a button...get the picture? He then cut it off with the scalpel. Damn freaking disgusting =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later after that, he told my mother "You see what happens if I dont stitch the wound up, the blood will continue to ooze out". Ya' damn right it will ooze out!!! It freaking looks like a volcano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is said that the wound will healed in about a week. Changing the bandage once everyday will prove to be a challenge for me...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takut-lah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRBLckj49kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kwDh0jX9V_Q/s320/DSC00001.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264790918618740290" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRBLub5S2FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2QArFmEfKzE/s320/DSC00120.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264791225530243154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRBMBuYE83I/AAAAAAAAAE8/-m_Iy7CSFQQ/s320/DSC00121.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264791556908708722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Caution: Not for the faint of heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaqA3jLx2M8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaqA3jLx2M8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;Caution: Not for the faint of heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRLHkOb4a2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/EN1dYwfLJEk/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265490339513789282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRLIIQLwNYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6z-nnm9VJpg/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRLIIQLwNYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6z-nnm9VJpg/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265490958458303874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;Caution: Not for the faint of heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HJZHm3ZbPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HJZHm3ZbPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;Caution: Not for the faint of heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRZyf2qyVYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Be9YtffaIWY/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRZyf2qyVYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Be9YtffaIWY/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266522705832859010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRZyfjTOqdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vufHcNQZtkk/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRZyfjTOqdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vufHcNQZtkk/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266522700633778642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;Caution: Not for the faint of heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRZyguLOmgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YtMhw_NQjDU/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRZyguLOmgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YtMhw_NQjDU/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266522720732879362" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRZygF2budI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y7LctY62XlE/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRZygF2budI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y7LctY62XlE/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266522709908240850" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SR6UxhEhlfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5EkMuQImy6o/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SR6UxhEhlfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5EkMuQImy6o/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268812192481908210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today onwards, I am to apply cream onto my skin to reduce the swelling and the itchiness all around the plastered area. Doctor said I am allergic to plaster...zzz...Hopefully by Monday, the itchiness/rashes and swelling will go off. The dried blood patch would have to wait a little longer for it to peel off on its own. As long as that that doesn't happen, I will not be able to bend my finger 100%, although still bend-able without any pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-1624060042655261850?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/1624060042655261850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=1624060042655261850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1624060042655261850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1624060042655261850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/11/minor-finger-surgery.html' title='Minor Finger Surgery'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SRBLckj49kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kwDh0jX9V_Q/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3130482175346047354</id><published>2008-10-02T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:46:37.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Game Cliches (from my P.O.V.)</title><content type='html'>From my experience so far, the cliches involved in a video game is almost unavoidable. Why is this always happening, i have no idea. Maybe its because of technology limitation, or perhaps it's there to make it fun to play. Come to think of it, they really dont make much sense. Whatever it is, they are still games, and games are not supposed to reflect reality, otherwise they wont be called games, right? (oppose Jack Thompson for his thoughts on GTA games)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lets get right to it: (not sorted according to favourism)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exploding barrels - Quite many FPS action games have practised the habit of placing exploding barrels in the environment, but i cant seem to understand why these barrels tend to be a sign of enemy activity. For example, you are walking down a quiet corridor and you spot a red barrel right up ahead next to a T junction which is beside a closed door. You instantly get a feeling that a soldier might open that door, position himself near the barrel while shooting at you. You react by shooting that barrel to rid off him. Sad case for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extremely huge boss battle arenas - While some games often build some hype around to prepare you for a boss fight, some indirectly create a psychological intension of telling you there's a boss coming up ahead when you see a huge arena. I mean come on...You are walking along the close quarters of a basement for 3/4 of the game and suddenly noticed a big ass flat plain. What the hell man, it's just like saying "welcome to a boss fight" before entering that area. I understand that this is to reduce frustration in some noob gamers should they lose the boss fight, but i still think it is a game cliche for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tonnes of ammos lying around nearing boss fights - I also noticed that when it comes to boss fights, not only does the player save his game, but he also looks around to replenish his ammuntion. Why? Not enough ammo, therefore will get owned by boss? Why? Boss got more ammo than you is it? Boss got more armor than you is it? Boss smarter than you is it? Haha, the boss can never be smarter than us human players...it's all scripted and programmed to act in phases. Anyway, why do bosses always hang out at areas that have tonnes of ammo for his rival to use against him? Why...so...stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blinking body parts showing weakness spot - Oh my, i cant stress how much i hated it. Which era are we living in now? Why does the body part BLINK?! Even science couldn't explain such a cliche. Why is it that that specific body part must be its weakness? Why is it that i shoot his head that he doesn't die?&lt;br /&gt;- Because he wears a helmet? Then find a way to break the helmet! &lt;br /&gt;- Because he can cloak himself? Listen to the sound he emit and blindfire then! They dont give you lots of ammunition for nothing, right? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repetitive ways of killing an enemy - I wish to use the PS2's "God of War" for this example because it uses button sequence killing blows. Why in the living hell does Kratos kill all his minotaur enemies using the same old button-sequenced technique?! Why do those minotaurs not LEARN Kratos's moves and improvise?! At least they (developers) should have made a more complicated button-sequence move for the minotaur after a few levels to provide variety. Damn, every time i see my friend play the GoW, i felt like saying, "deng lei, dont always use same move again la...sien lan dou hai la diu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Special items dropped by bosses, later levels will somehow require you to have that power - Wow, a long description but a true cliche. I'll take Doom 3's expansion pack for example. These bosses have special powers that will be passed on to the player if defeated. The player will then get to use this powers (not willingly, but forced to use) in later levels. What's up with that? Wouldn't it be more fun if we DO NOT acquire the power but instead improvise using the current state of environment?&lt;br /&gt;- Example: Boss 1 has the ability to slow down time, making him able to move at a seemingly higher speed. Alright, since now you got his power, you are REQUIRED to get pass a room filled with burning hot lasers firing at all directions rapidly. What do you do if you DON'T HAVE that ability? I would personally gather some mirrors to form a protective shield around me. I feel so cheap if i were to use that time-slowing ability...sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vehicles/special weapons available to you only when needed - Like i had mentioned earlier, certain enemies have blinking body parts, some might not have. So what do game developers do? Provide you with the right weapon of choice for that certain enemy at that very moment. A tutorial will be provided on the HUD/voice overs to tell you what to do with that newly acquired weapon. Damn it, it should work how it is meant to work, otherwise why introduce it at the last minute when the enemy is already chewing on my ass?! When you feel overpowered while using that weapon, somehow the game will restrict you from using it later on in the game to balance out the difficulty. I say it's just crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oblivious amount of weapons carried at once (hammerspace) - Talking about weapons, how many can you hold at a time? Let me list out for you.&lt;br /&gt;- A pistol?&lt;br /&gt;- A pistol and a shotgun?&lt;br /&gt;- A pistol, a shotgun, a submachinegun?&lt;br /&gt;- A pistol, a shotgun, a submachinegun, and 5 grenades?&lt;br /&gt;- A pistol, a shotgun, a submachinegun, 5 grenades and a knife?&lt;br /&gt;- A pistol, a shotgun, a submachinegun, 5 grenades, a knife, and a chaingun?&lt;br /&gt;- A pistol, a shotgun, a submachinegun, 5 grenades, a knife, a chaingun, and a plasma rifle?&lt;br /&gt;- A pistol, a shotgun, a submachinegun, 5 grenades, a knife, a chaingun, a plasma rifle, and a sniper rifle?&lt;br /&gt;-  A pistol, a shotgun, a submachinegun, 5 grenades, a knife, a chaingun, a plasma rifle, a sniper rifle, and a rocket launcher?&lt;br /&gt;- A pistol, a shotgun, a submachinegun, 5 grenades, a knife, a chaingun, a plasma rifle, a sniper rifle, a rocket launcher, and a BFG?&lt;br /&gt;Heck, a boss doesn't need so damn many weapons to kill you alone. He play unlimited ammo cheat? Hmm, I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obvious scripted destructible environment - One noticable aspect in games (and animes) is that sometimes you can spot what can be (and will be) destroyed and what couldn't. Take Resident Evil 5 for example. The game developer boasts destructible cover over the course of the game to increase horror factor. Destructible cover my ass! These covers are so damn obvious, it's like "look, that wall is going to be broken down by that huge-titty monster!" Horror factor = 0. Another thing is that horror games ARE SUPPOSED to have destructible cover, not like Silent Hill where walls can only prevent ghosts/monster from coming to you. "Gears of War" had certainly broken the formula when a Berserker rammed through a pillar instead of going around it to get to us (yes, a two player coop game). DA HORRORZZ~~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unlockables/collectibles - This is the MOST ANNOYING cliche that i have been condemning. Why the F#*K must i COLLECT the BLOODY items spread out meaninglessly through the levels?!!! I mean WHY??!! Sometimes it makes sense to collect them for extras (to know more about a story, behind the scenes etc etc), and sometimes its just so damn stupid to put experience points for you to collect in a level. WTF?! You can actually TOUCH and COLLECT experience?? WTF man, WTF?! &lt;br /&gt;- Example in real life: Go to the top of KL Tower to get 10,000 exp points for penis enlargement.&lt;br /&gt;- Example #2: Put your hand into the toilet bowl to collect hidden viagra.&lt;br /&gt;Just pure WTF nonsense...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I look for/forward in a video game:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Convincing physics - Not to be confused with crappy cheapo physics as introduced in "Star Wars: The F**ker...err...Force Unleashed". The physics in that game is pure bull...so damn many objects floating in the air after a Force Push is executed. Glitchy like shit. The remnants of fallen debris do not stay on the ground. Instead, they DISAPPEAR! Wow, physics can do that? I didn't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adaptable Non-Playable Character (NPC) Artificial Intelligence (AI) - What more can i say. Enemies who actually know how to research on the pattern or the way you fight, use of environment to bring me down (like F.E.A.R. did, really amazes me even till now) and flanking manuevers (like Bros in Arms series, bloody hell i cant even pass the level. If only i had more grenades to be thrown behind their cover...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In-game menus - I must give credit to "Dead Space" and "Far Cry 2" for revolutionizing in-game menus. The use of maps, indicators, and such are all in-game properties! Can't wait to see more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Real-time actions - This plays a very very important role in horror games especially when a monster is chasing you down and you have to stop to heal. Yeah, the horror factor is quadrupled if the player discovers that there is no pausing the surroundings when healing, heheh... S.T.A.L.K.E.R. also implemented this, but i dont see the point in that since cover is aplenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ridiculous violence (Gears of War or God of War alike) - Who doesn't like video game violence? Come on, you're lying to yourself if you say you don't...hahha~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3130482175346047354?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3130482175346047354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3130482175346047354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3130482175346047354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3130482175346047354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-10-game-cliches-from-my-pov.html' title='Top 10 Game Cliches (from my P.O.V.)'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8344608533910702141</id><published>2008-09-28T13:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:47:23.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teresa Kok's Attackers</title><content type='html'>If you have read the news regarding the recent attacks on Teresa Kok's home, you might (or might not) discover a few significant subliminal messages that the attackers were trying to convey. For those in need of reference, see below:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SN8R_GU-Q9I/AAAAAAAAADc/zVPcIMg0rtI/s320/n_pg06letter.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250935466265297874" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/9/28/nation/2142663&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to point out a few things before moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The attackers are cowards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are noobs and cheapos. Why the hell use a cheap plastic bottle to make a molotov. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Furthermore, the molotovs did not explode...shy or not ah...(on purpose?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The attackers are clearly Malays. Not to be racist but come on, no other races are as backward-thinking as them. They solve issues using violence and threatening others. They dont like the way you do things, they throw a warning letter. Same thing happened to..what's his name..Karpal Singh if not mistaken, for dealing with the Lingam case. (not quite sure what happened here)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The attackers language command is uber poor. Poor command of Malay language = supposed to intimidate/threaten/belittle others? Come on...how lame can they be...sheesh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using the word "babi" against a chinese is the same thing as using "lembu" against indians. Oh, i feel so offended...NOT! Doesn't mean that the word is a taboo for your race is also a taboo for other races. Again they are being lame.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;With people like that in our country, how are we supposed to be more civilised and how are we going to move forward in regards to vision 2020? If you recall, all these actions still do not fulfill Mahathir's words when he was our PM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Malays! You are the main reason why we are still not achieving the first world mentality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8344608533910702141?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8344608533910702141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8344608533910702141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8344608533910702141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8344608533910702141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/09/teresa-koks-attackers.html' title='Teresa Kok&apos;s Attackers'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SN8R_GU-Q9I/AAAAAAAAADc/zVPcIMg0rtI/s72-c/n_pg06letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8494352485978634321</id><published>2008-07-11T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:07:39.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Show the "Finger"</title><content type='html'>You know sometimes when you're driving on the road and you see another driver tailing you closely, you get this feeling of being intimidated, right? Well, fear no more! The prescription above has met your demand as it now cures all (most actually...) hostility towards that bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you show it to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he's tailing closely behind you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he flashes his light rapidly behind you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a driver honks violently at you for being safe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a sporty car is spotted speeding while side-winding like a drunken snake, overtaking multiple cars like the road is his father's/grandfather's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a driver selfishly owns the road by himself without consideration of others, such as the post mentioned previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&amp;amp;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q &lt;/span&gt;: What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; : What are you blind? Show him the "finger"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; : When exactly do i do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;: Simple, just as the driver overtakes you. Make sure he passes by your car completely, then you are free to show it to him. Do NOT show it to him directly to his face, or else you'll face the consequences of him crashing into your car or worse, follow you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; : I was with my family/gf/dog/friends when it happened. Should i show it to him then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;: No, idiot. Your family is the last you should show that attitude off to! Either way, you should keep your cool when others are around, else you might face the consequences (the angry driver banging your gf, killing your dog, raping your friends... etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; : Wow, where did you learn how to show the "finger"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; : It's universal, duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; : Omg, he's right beside me while im forced to type this...help...you're the one who got me into this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;: Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A reminder to all who wish to learn to show the "finger", make sure you say something catchy like "Dai sai ah, nah~!" (translation: Act big is it? Nah~!). It sure helps to release some stress on the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8494352485978634321?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8494352485978634321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8494352485978634321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8494352485978634321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8494352485978634321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-show-finger.html' title='How to Show the &quot;Finger&quot;'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-6979871339605257323</id><published>2008-06-24T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:18:11.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road F*cker</title><content type='html'>Yesterday along the LDP/Kesas intersection just before the Sunway Toll, i had almost met in an accident. How did it happen? It would be quite difficult for me to describe it in words, so let's just leave the video to do the talking. I was in Car B, which was going to join the LDP road up ahead while the f*cker was in Car A driving much faster than me, also going to join the LDP road towards the toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a car drive so fast eventhough it has to take a sharp almost-U-turn-like junction and furthermore joining my road and the LDP? Don't i have the right of the road as i was clearly on the right lane? Car A's front bumper almost hit my left door and fortunately i braked in time just for that f*cker to SPEED right up ahead! WTF?! These people have no road ethics at all and i hope/wish that in future he would die in an accident involving a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lori babi&lt;/span&gt; colliding head on, spinning his car out of the road and into a ravine, catching fire and exploding in a fireworks display. Oh no, i wont be satisfied just yet. I wish the cops would not recognise his face at all after recovering his body (assuming/hoping that he's an unlicensed or did not bring his license) and the insurance company wouldn't pay for his death as his death is called for because of consuming drugs/alcohol aka &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dai sei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the simple illustration below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nNOfH6fw-eM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nNOfH6fw-eM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-6979871339605257323?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/6979871339605257323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=6979871339605257323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6979871339605257323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6979871339605257323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/06/road-fcker.html' title='Road F*cker'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-7678130825192257765</id><published>2008-06-23T01:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T02:39:35.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahasa Malaysia best!</title><content type='html'>It is just 3 days ago that i finally realised that the Malay language is really just a mixture of few other languages. I have tried to converse in Malay during my MSN session and found out how difficult it was to express my thoughts. Sometimes i pause and wonder what would best replace an English word during my chat session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malay language is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rojak&lt;/span&gt; language. That is not an insult, but a fact! Take for example a few words such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;almari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kerusi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tuala&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Arabic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;sifar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;halal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;generasi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kondensasi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;animasi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Still not happy? Alright then, let's exercise some common usage of English in our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A firewall is a protective system that lies, in essence, between your computer network and the Internet. When used correctly, a firewall prevents unauthorized use and access to your network. The job of a firewall is to carefully analyze  data entering and exiting the network based on your configuration. It ignores information that comes from an unsecured, unknown or suspicious locations. A firewall plays an important role on any network as it provides a protective barrier against most forms of attack coming from the outside world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firewalls can be either hardware or software. The ideal firewall configuration will consist of both. In addition to limiting access to your computer and network, a firewall is also useful for allowing remote access to a private network through secure authentication certificates and logins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While many people do not completely understand the importance and necessity of a firewall, or consider it to be a product for businesses only, if your network or computer has access to the outside world via the Internet then you need to have a firewall to protect your network, individual computer and data therein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malay:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinding berapi ialah sejenis sistem perlindungan yang terletak di antara rangkaian komputer anda dengan rangkaian antarabangsa. Jikalau digunakan dengan betul, dinding berapi itu akan mengelakkan akses tanpa kebenaran pada rangkaian anda. Tujuan dinding berapi itu ialah untuk menganalisis data yang keluar dan masuk ke dalam rangkaian berdasarkan rupa bentuk anda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dapat dari kamus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Ia tidak mempedulikan sebarang informasi yang datang dari asal yang tidak diketahui atau tidak selamat. Dinding berapi memainkan peranan penting dalam setiap rangkaian kerana ia memberikan perlindungan dari apa-apa jenis ancaman yang datang dari dunia luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinding berapi boleh datang dari bentuk barang keras atau barang lembut. Rupa bentuk dinding berapi yang paling bagus boleh dicapai dengan kehadiran kedua-dua bentuk/jasad. Dinding berapi itu bukan sahaja mengehadkan akses kepada komputer dan rangkaian anda, tetapi ia juga amat berguna untuk membenarkan akses terasing ke rangkaian sendirian melalui sijil pengesahan selamat dan log masuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sementara ramai orang tidak faham sepenuhnya akan kepentingan sebuah dinding berapi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(apa penjodoh bilangan untuk dinding berapi? f*ck penjodoh bilangan!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, ataupun menimbangnya supaya dijadikan produk urusniaga sahaja, kalau rangkaian atau komputer anda mempunyai akses ke dunia luar melalui rangkaian antarabangsa maka anda perlulah sebuah dinding berapi untuk melindungi rangkaian, komputer dan data anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There you have it, the proud language of our nation. Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-7678130825192257765?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/7678130825192257765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=7678130825192257765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7678130825192257765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7678130825192257765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/06/bahasa-malaysia-best.html' title='Bahasa Malaysia best!'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-5440213091453869684</id><published>2008-05-25T02:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:50:18.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost</title><content type='html'>Ghost. What is a ghost? According to &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/ghost"&gt;www.answers.com&lt;/a&gt;, a ghost is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; The spirit of a dead person, especially one believed to appear in bodily likeness to living persons or to haunt former habitats.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The center of spiritual life; the soul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A demon or spirit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A returning or haunting memory or image.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Now, some people might believe in ghosts, while some don't (in this case, there are some unique cases where those who don't believe in them are forced to believe because of religion/cult). To those who don't believe in ghosts, they probably have not experienced or encountered any of those eerie or spooky events that might lead to believing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who believe in ghosts...either you are forced to believe or personally believe in them, I will not say anything to insult or isolate them. For me, i would say that i don't believe in ghosts although when i was young i was always terrified to stay home alone and have nightmares when i sleep alone. That is always the case for me because life has been so cruel (or kind?) to make me the only son in my family. Imagine;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk - alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep - alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay home - alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play - alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping - alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Because of my way of life, i was brought up in such a dreadful manner (always thinking that something might pop up and scare the shit out of me) that i eventually start to put aside the fact that ghosts don't exist. If they exist, i would have experienced many terrifying events while i was alone last time. I once have a friend who was always intimidated by strange noises in her place and i thought to myself, "These things can be scientifically explained and there's nothing to worry about unless its the case of a thief or something...". In fact, what's worse than a ghost is a human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more afraid of people around me than ghosts. You know, ghosts aren't that bad after all. They are souls/beings that are trapped here or in worse case scenario, just here to have revenge. Humans on the other hand, they intend to do crimes such as rape, murder, robbery, hijacking/carjacking/plane-jacking, suicide bombings and whatnot. Damn, these people need to be taught a lesson, perhaps drowning them in a pool of their own blood? Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have watched many horror shows before, i gradually get to understand the nature of ghosts and why they seem to scare people a lot. They are afraid of you, so they try to scare you so that you don't disturb them (or some sort...). In other cases, people might have the 3rd eye ability that they don't realize and they start seeing "things" which make them feel insecure and frightened, thus creating rumours. Otherwise, they're just spirits who wants justice (yes, they have laws too, they were humans afterall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid if you encounter these spooky/eerie events. Think positively and try to gather an explanation for what's happening during the time and of course, pray hard. Pray that the one making the sound is not someone who's trying to rob your money and kill you after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture to make you feel uncomfortable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SDhht6jG8fI/AAAAAAAAADU/JZBbJqtET2Q/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SDhht6jG8fI/AAAAAAAAADU/JZBbJqtET2Q/s320/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204016810865127922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-5440213091453869684?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/5440213091453869684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=5440213091453869684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5440213091453869684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5440213091453869684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/05/ghost.html' title='Ghost'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SDhht6jG8fI/AAAAAAAAADU/JZBbJqtET2Q/s72-c/DSC00079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-921159656314303099</id><published>2008-05-19T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:49:20.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tikam V2</title><content type='html'>Hello and once again we were on our journey to the supermarket to do this fun activity called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tikam&lt;/span&gt;. But before the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tikam&lt;/span&gt; activity, we (my cousins and i) spent our time looking around the toys section and the kids' books section, searching for fun stuff to record (as usual). And here's one of the funniest (lamest?) videos for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DnSn01FbRbg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DnSn01FbRbg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen the previous &lt;a href="http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/02/shopping-mall.html"&gt;tikam video&lt;/a&gt;, i suggest you watch that first. As for now, i shall broadcast over especially for my blog viewers, the biggest and meanest twist of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;tikam&lt;/span&gt; world. Behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fmek5FdD1iA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fmek5FdD1iA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-921159656314303099?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/921159656314303099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=921159656314303099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/921159656314303099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/921159656314303099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/05/tikam-v2.html' title='Tikam V2'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-5716752076065178553</id><published>2008-05-11T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:44:58.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narnia 1st Movie, Biggest Let Down</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from all the hellish assignments thrown at me few months back. Anyway, im here writing this because i want to express how much i hated the 1st Narnia show (yup, just watched last night and got interrupted by my sleeping mum for cranking up the volume at 2am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was...TOO CHILDISH! I cant stand it when noob kids have no sense of terror or surprise. Example, when Lucy first discovered the other dimension, she did not go "WTF?!". Yeah, same goes for the rest of the noob siblings who went "wow!" and "awesome!". I mean come on, who would not go "WTF?" in these scenarios?? F*cking weird polite kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the gay naked horseman cum faun cum gay cum naked guy-horse cum gay...anyway, what was i saying again...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, who could have forgotten about the black bitch...err white witch (wow, tongue twister there). She's like wait, she's a he...or he's a she? She's got flat chest! And her robe is like...freaking loose that i can see what's INSIDE! Oh hell, the chocolate i was eating immediately turned stale! Take a sneak peek below (pun fully intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SCahNzCRCcI/AAAAAAAAADM/tYK7inN4b3M/s1600-h/wmplayer+2008-05-11+00-24-50-97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SCahNzCRCcI/AAAAAAAAADM/tYK7inN4b3M/s320/wmplayer+2008-05-11+00-24-50-97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199020078255901122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT that was...ughh~ She's the same actress who played Angel Gabriel in Constantine! And i thought the angel was a male! Holy crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest twist in the story was that the Lion/Azlan/Aslan (whateva~) came back to life and he quoted the Deep Magic. That's just lame...Ok, let's just assume that's not lame. Good guys coming back to life is normal. Then why does the White Witch, who's a witch duh, die without ever casting any spell/curse in case she dies? Why so noob? These kind of shows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tipu kanak-kanak&lt;/span&gt; wan...Worse than those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tokusatsu&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super sentai&lt;/span&gt; shows...at least those dont have annoying kids. Shame on big cinema productions with fake lame twists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-5716752076065178553?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/5716752076065178553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=5716752076065178553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5716752076065178553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5716752076065178553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/05/narnia-1st-movie-biggest-let-down.html' title='Narnia 1st Movie, Biggest Let Down'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/SCahNzCRCcI/AAAAAAAAADM/tYK7inN4b3M/s72-c/wmplayer+2008-05-11+00-24-50-97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-1883662556396977320</id><published>2008-03-28T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:25:58.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be One With Your Car</title><content type='html'>One should always be calm when driving on the road. If you're emotionally unstable before or during the course of driving, bad things may happen and will possibly be fatal. I realised this just now (or perhaps long time ago?) that driving not only takes skills, but also the heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if this is scientifically proven, but it is definitely true when logically speaking. Now, what the heck am i trying to say?! I also dont know...haha, maybe im just feeling good about what happened just now. Hoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly happened just now? You know APIIT&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lah&lt;/span&gt;. Always have the "double-parking" issue at the car park beside the campus building. After calling the guy whose car is behind mine, i waited for him. Later on, the guy came and started his white Proton Satria. I waited patiently in my car while humming to the songs playing in my handphone. As i peeked at the rear mirror with my sunglasses on, i could see that he was a noob when his car began to cry out loud (alarm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la tu&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alamak&lt;/span&gt;...the fellow was struggling with the alarm. After a while, he panicked and straight away started the engine without bother about the alarm anymore cause he knew i was waiting. And then his car jerked forward suddenly. So panic until reverse also can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mati&lt;/span&gt; engine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;~ Fine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;, maybe once in a while mistake only. But his car died on him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, i came out of the car calmly and asked what was the problem. He conversed with me in cantonese...saying that the car is not his and that his friend was in the exam hall. He told me he got problem starting the car and asked me to try starting it. I turned the key and yup...the car jerked, but knew what was the problem already, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gear was initially set into 1st gear. So now that is cleared up, i turned the key and voila, the car started (yay....NOT). I went back to my car while he entered his car to reverse. Again the car died on him...(-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out again asking him what was the problem, and he said he was not sure how to handle a manual car. Aisey...ok-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la...&lt;/span&gt;i drive for him...This time, the gear was set in the reverse position, lol. No wonder it died on him. But i admit that the gear box is so small that i cant tell which gear i was in. I stepped on the clutch, and reversed...omg...the car really felt like dying anytime...maybe because the clutch is too "shallow" (means releasing the clutch a bit would result in an instant death...err...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mati&lt;/span&gt; engine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the reverse process is done, i reversed my car and parked beside just to see if he had any problems going back into the parking area. Then i drove off feeling proud, wahhahaha! So, kids...always remember that driving must come from a good heart and mind. If not, later accident happen, who responsible oh? (purposely used lousy english here lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-1883662556396977320?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/1883662556396977320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=1883662556396977320&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1883662556396977320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1883662556396977320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/03/be-one-with-your-car.html' title='Be One With Your Car'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8909347798621234335</id><published>2008-03-25T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:13:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R6Vegas Gameplay Video</title><content type='html'>Finally, in addition to the 2 miserable links *refering to the playlists* at the right side of the webpage, i have just added a new entry for Rainbow Six Vegas. For those interested, please feel free to watch them (some are recorded with "special" commentary by yours truly). There aren't many, however, so sorry to disappoint you (who cares anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that done, im now moving on to the Devil May Cry 4 game. "Ying dou &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt; seng ah!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8909347798621234335?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8909347798621234335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8909347798621234335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8909347798621234335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8909347798621234335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/03/r6vegas-gameplay-video.html' title='R6Vegas Gameplay Video'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3207009974668271254</id><published>2008-03-23T03:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T04:20:31.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbeque (i hope babi kill you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*Contains VIOLENT LANGUAGE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How shall i start writing this post...hmm...let's start by stating all the things that made me (hmm, not so good starting point, let's try again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, i was informed about a bbq "party" that was about to take place (which was yesterday), and i was "invited". You see, i have a feeling that the reason i am being invited is because of (im not telling you). As sensitive and wary of such plot, that i am, i decided to give an "i'll see how" response. I was thinking...why have a bbq party when assignment submission is just around the corner? Why have it at all? Is it for fun? Is it held so that we have a gathering with those who are rarely with us? If so, why arent they the star of the night? If i remember correctly, one of the "stars" went home early cause she was expecting the bbq to start at 7pm. So, thats not the reason. Simple, the reason is (im not telling you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this change of venue. From one fella's place in wangsa maju to someone's place in puchong. Why the change? Hmm..let's see...oh ya! The reason is because the planner is afraid i might not show up and (im not telling you also). So, when things are set, new venue in puchong. Now...the only thing left is the date. Again, this has changed many times to accommodate a certain someone's timetable (im not freaking telling you!). There are many times when dates changed back and forth from friday to saturday, and im sick of it. Make up your mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough of that already. Now, for the night itself. As expected, the planner has done his "one-man-show" quite impressively and all thats left is finding the host's house. Note that the planner IS NOT the host. He is merely USING the host's house so that (deng, i wont tell). What kind of **** planner is that?! I was still able to tolerate that, fortunately. The journey begins to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to Kinrara's housing area, searched for the house with the given address in my hand. I looked all around, circled around looking for the house, but no luck. I called many "friends" and they all gave me the "i dont know where's his house" answer. Apparently they all met up in tpm, and one of them led the way to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what i did, i called up the planner himself, asked him for the directions...and he DARE TO GIVE ME THE "i dont know how to tell you his house" reply. Fcuk you man, you are the PLANNER, why are you being a jerk at this moment? Cant you see you are being irresponsible for EVERYTHING during that night? Fine, i slammed the phone and called up the host instead. He said he was busy (busy driving? busy tfking? busy doing WHAT?!!) so again...i slammed the phone. I called another "friend" whom i thought was with him, asked him to describe how to go to the place...but all i get is "aiya, i dont know la, you call him la". Dei, if i called him and he told me already, i wouldnt be calling you la...stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refered back to the sms he gave me regarding the directions to his house. Yup, im pretty much at the right place, just no house number 20...I tried asking the guard house regarding the address that i was given, and he said "masuk dalam saja, boleh nampak". Diu...the guard himself show me wrong direction. Fcuking idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited alone in the car with the lights off, lost all hope and even thought of going back to my home to have sweet bak-kut-teh with my parents. Let me recap the situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of my lovely "friends" dont know the host's house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The planner is a noob, only cares about (i wont tell la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The host was busy and couldnt describe the direction to his house cause he's chinese educated (learn english la sei fei noob! dont know why people call you God when you cant speak english, diu)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ok, so when the planner arrived to come "guide me" to the destination...he drove his car on the WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD. Nearly bang oncoming car...fcuking noob...Want to park car also never put signal and i almost bang his rear. Somemore dare to reverse immediately! Bugger, he really let me horn kow him...already destroyed my mood, somemore want to enrage me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally reached the house and confronted the sei fei noob hai. I asked him straight to his face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sic: Just now when i called you, where were you?&lt;br /&gt;God: Err...uh..huh?&lt;br /&gt;Sic: Just now i called you ah! Where were you?!&lt;br /&gt;God: At home&lt;br /&gt;Sic: You were at home and you couldnt help me by giving directions?&lt;br /&gt;God: I dont know how to give&lt;br /&gt;Sic: (fcuking tell me your address and at least come out FIND me laaaa) *walks away angrily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why i have such "friends". Sometimes i wish i could isolate myself from them. Sometimes i wish there was someone who REALLY CARES and not just fake it out, and USING me. AAAAAAARrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GO SLEEP NOW! Angry like shit now...frus like crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3207009974668271254?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3207009974668271254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3207009974668271254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3207009974668271254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3207009974668271254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/03/barbeque-i-hope-babi-kill-you.html' title='Barbeque (i hope babi kill you)'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-7154716315138830412</id><published>2008-03-22T05:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T05:19:58.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Shows</title><content type='html'>The other day when i was chatting to a buddy regarding a movie, he mentioned that i will definitely "like" Sweeney Todd. I was like..."uh...who's that? Sounds gay to me." Sure enough, he explained about that gay and yep...he was indeed gay (well not really gay, just...ah nvm). So...yeah...Sweeney Todd is a barber who kills his victim in his barber shop, while singing. Yes...SINGING. How gay is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's right about me "liking" the show. The following conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic: You know phantom of the opera?&lt;br /&gt;Sic: Ya, the movie or the novel?&lt;br /&gt;Nic: Movie&lt;br /&gt;Sic: OMG...musical show??!!!1One!11!!&lt;br /&gt;Nic: Ya, lol&lt;br /&gt;Sic: NnnnoOOooooo... do not want!!!11! Kill a bit, then sing?&lt;br /&gt;Nic: Is kill while singing...lol&lt;br /&gt;Sic: wth...singing = not nice&lt;br /&gt;Sic: imagine transformers movie become a musical show~~&lt;br /&gt;Nic: then become kids show already LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sic: then imagine Armageddon become musical show~~&lt;br /&gt;Sic: Twinkle twinkle lil meteor, how i wonder what you are...~~&lt;br /&gt;Nic: XD&lt;br /&gt;Sic: Potong stimzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Sic: Then imagine juon is a musical show~~&lt;br /&gt;Sic: Ghost come out that time...suddenly got "bollywood ghost" dancing also&lt;br /&gt;Sic: Alamak~~rosak habis movie...&lt;br /&gt;Nic: I'm a ghost...and he is my son~~ lalala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why i dont like musical shows...i still remember watching "The Sound of Music" and now i know why my father used to say "ceh, not nice to watch wan" and my mom will be like "what?! you think your F1 VERY nice to watch is it??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Can anyone describe to me how an AvP movie would be like if it's become a musical show? Hmm...Curious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-7154716315138830412?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/7154716315138830412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=7154716315138830412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7154716315138830412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7154716315138830412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/03/musical-shows.html' title='Musical Shows'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-8873467859712472521</id><published>2008-03-18T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:03:56.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Levels of Noob</title><content type='html'>Its not easy being a noob. People will look down on you and disrespect you for the noob that you are. Life is not easy when you're a noob because everything will be damn bloody difficult to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just arguing (friendly argument) about comparing who is more noob than who, and since the person is my senior, i have deducted that i am 1 year noober than him. He claims he is noober than me, and then i thought to myself, "what if there are different levels of noobism?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list down all the levels of noobism i can think of starting from the highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uber nub (spelling wrong on purpose)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nub noob (wrong spelling to stress the level of noobism)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Totally noob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noob-like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not-very-noob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not-so-noob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Act-noob&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This is only for the noob level, which is before the beginner's level. So imagine what level i was at during my foundation in APIIT and what level of noobism i'm at NOW. I'm quite certain i achieved level 6...hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. But seriously, i know "some" people who are currently at level 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-8873467859712472521?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/8873467859712472521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=8873467859712472521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8873467859712472521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/8873467859712472521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/03/different-levels-of-noob.html' title='Different Levels of Noob'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-567028736350359218</id><published>2008-03-16T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T05:10:50.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Alive...It's ALIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>As of 12th March 2008, my wife is being brought back to life...or shall i say, being "reincarnated". She began to breathe again, half mechanized by circuitry running through her veins and organs. Due to that, she makes rather more sound/noise than before even when she is in standby mode. The evil genius that brought her back to life reminded me to spend more time with her as her lifespan may not be guaranteed. As he went on, he mentioned that she is only satisfied if i accompany her for more than 2 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any less than that would mean that she might go crazy again. Ever heard of the saying "humans create monsters, monsters kill their creators". It's something like this in my case. Anyway, the journey to the evil genius' place was insane. Drove all the way to KL and missed the turning to enter the parking lot...because of this, i had to go all the way to Lake Gardens (Taman Tasik Perdana) to make a U-turn. Argh, roads in KL are really terrible. If not having U-turns is not bad enough, wait till you see the amount of 1 way roads. Just as you thought you can turn round that junction, BAM, another 1 way road leading to god-knows-where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, no pictures of my wife this time. Just the pic of the road sign i managed to capture while driving (WHAT??!!).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R9w7PZ2pydI/AAAAAAAAADE/2xaBZvlCIm8/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R9w7PZ2pydI/AAAAAAAAADE/2xaBZvlCIm8/s320/DSC00074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178078807393421778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-567028736350359218?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/567028736350359218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=567028736350359218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/567028736350359218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/567028736350359218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-aliveits-alive.html' title='It&apos;s Alive...It&apos;s ALIVE!!!'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R9w7PZ2pydI/AAAAAAAAADE/2xaBZvlCIm8/s72-c/DSC00074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-1388244804499555429</id><published>2008-03-06T20:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:28:03.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiplayer Gaming</title><content type='html'>Multiplayer games have started to become more popular than single player games during this generation of games. Why? Multiplayer games bring friends and gamer communities together where they can share their experiences and talk about it, or sometimes laugh about it. However, multiplayer games may have some consequences during playtime, which is what i'm about to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy owning the crap out of others (anyway, who doesn't?), but i like doing it with a bit of strategy and sometimes just plain fragging (no thinking involved). But what i really like about multiplayer games is that you can cooperatively plan your mission on-the-fly depending on the situation. This feeling of self-satisfaction can be very rewarding if the team is well-coordinated and communication is the key to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part of this is that some players who play these games do not even bother to cooperate, thus lack of communication. Some players prefer to be a one-man-army (if so, why the heck bother to play coop multiplayer?!) so that they can show off how good they are in gaming. It's not important which side wins, i'm just looking for a fair game where everyone shares the same mind and effort into making the gaming experience unique in its own way. I do not care WHO wins, it's HOW you win that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, when i read through some game forums the other day, i found this article to be quite true (in fact, it's damn true!). I'm still looking forward to my PS3 Year End Project. Multiplayer is going to be so cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R8_id6A2KXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H-lvSrmlFnw/s1600-h/blog+this.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R8_id6A2KXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H-lvSrmlFnw/s320/blog+this.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174603500288878962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-1388244804499555429?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/1388244804499555429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=1388244804499555429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1388244804499555429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1388244804499555429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/03/multiplayer-gaming.html' title='Multiplayer Gaming'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R8_id6A2KXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H-lvSrmlFnw/s72-c/blog+this.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-7309498899578587880</id><published>2008-03-02T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:54:02.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Death. A word that describes something or someone that is no longer in this world. It brings sorrow and grief as a whole and often results in remembering good times as well as the not-so-good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time was 2:45am, 2nd March 2008, on an early Sunday morning when i was surfing the web on my personal computer and suddenly that tiny little voice in my head suggested..."hey, it's time to rest...go play some game now". And then i told myself "why not?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After setting up to play with my wife, who was sleeping at that time, i nudge her a few times to wake her up. i held her hands but it felt cold like a dead bride's. I opened her blanket and nudged her again, no response. And then i went close to her face, she was not breathing! I double checked her heartbeat...not pounding! Her lips were pale. Suddenly i felt like the world's on my shoulders. Everything is stumbling and crashing down...flashbacks of the times i spent with her began to run through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this it? It's only 2 months after our anniversary, how could you do this to me. You accompanied me through thick and thin, and now you left me without saying goodbye? Is that how you want me to feel? I...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day passed without having me getting you anything or any special moments...*Holds her hand* I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything...sleep tight and may you rest in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at least she went away peacefully in her slumber and didn't suffer a painful death*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R8pqW-_4SKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kOx9O90pUSI/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R8pqW-_4SKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kOx9O90pUSI/s320/DSC00073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173064065089030306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after this i should be getting myself a PS3. We'll see how everything turns out. Wahaha, i smell a new wife coming into my life soon...very soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-7309498899578587880?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/7309498899578587880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=7309498899578587880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7309498899578587880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7309498899578587880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/03/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R8pqW-_4SKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/kOx9O90pUSI/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-5306794091909740638</id><published>2008-02-13T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:34:30.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post V'day</title><content type='html'>Since tomorrow is V'day, why not i post these links so that i can motivate myself more. Maybe these will help me in future, who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Get-Your-Girlfriend-to-Play-Video-Games"&gt;How to Get Your Girlfriend to Play Video Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Find-a-Girlfriend-Who-Likes-Video-Games"&gt;How to Find a Girlfriend Who Likes Video Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Have-a-Relationship-With-a-Shy-Girl"&gt;How to Have a Relationship With a Shy Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to browse around the available links at the websites. I find them very...informative...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...i'm still leading a bachelor's life...so pitiful, but at least im free to flirt around (YA, RIGHT!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-5306794091909740638?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/5306794091909740638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=5306794091909740638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5306794091909740638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/5306794091909740638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-vday.html' title='Post V&apos;day'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3253299075630049225</id><published>2008-02-12T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:12:49.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Buff Up!</title><content type='html'>Due to yesterday's public humiliation, i now feel determined to get myself in shape. Despite the fact that i am lazy enough to go to any gyms, i managed to find myself some alternatives as to how to buff myself up. These methods are quite conventional as they involve using household items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Push-Ups - can be done anywhere on the floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pull-Ups - performed on the staircase while hanging from the 2nd floor&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R7KXVcTlofI/AAAAAAAAABc/J8_rDmKR7xo/s1600-h/Pull+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R7KXVcTlofI/AAAAAAAAABc/J8_rDmKR7xo/s320/Pull+Up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166358117178778098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One-armed Weight Lift - using mineral water bottles / oil containers&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R7KXxMTlogI/AAAAAAAAABk/i1DgOKoZyKY/s320/One+Arm.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166358593920147970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit-Ups - on the floor with a pillow supporting my back and my legs hooked under the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R7KYEMTlohI/AAAAAAAAABs/vheY5_EPbAk/s1600-h/Sit+Up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R7KYEMTlohI/AAAAAAAAABs/vheY5_EPbAk/s320/Sit+Up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166358920337662482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I haven't got the time to upload the pictures (cause don't want my parents to find out about this), but it will be up soon. Question is, how often should i exercise and for how long? Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3253299075630049225?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3253299075630049225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3253299075630049225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3253299075630049225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3253299075630049225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/02/gotta-buff-up.html' title='Gotta Buff Up!'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R7KXVcTlofI/AAAAAAAAABc/J8_rDmKR7xo/s72-c/Pull+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3449158716274127125</id><published>2008-02-11T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T02:48:49.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I cant even get a good night sleep now that the memories of yesterday keeps haunting me. Everything seems so jumbled up in my mind that i dont know where to start. Its just so...%@#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's start from where it began. I went to college, got a seat in the lab, logged in with my id, and stared at the blank monitor screen. And then i placed my bag on the chair while i went out to "get some fresh air" while waiting for the lecturer to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i realised that the lecturer has come, i went back into the lab just to find that some chinese idiot had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVED MY BAG AWAY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOGGED ME OUT &lt;/span&gt;of my pc. You know what, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt; understand it if you want to sit with your dear "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIEND"&lt;/span&gt;, but please...how dare you shift my things away from my place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, i acted nicely in front of him and sat on a seat beside him that was vacant. Someone's files were on the desk although the pc was not logged in. So i went ahead and logged in myself. After a while, there was this uber black guy who came near me and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy  : Excuse me&lt;br /&gt;Me    : Oh *got up from my chair, expecting him to take his things away*&lt;br /&gt;Guy  : *sat on my chair*&lt;br /&gt;Me    : Excuse me, this is my place.&lt;br /&gt;Guy  : Nope, this is my place.&lt;br /&gt;Me    : But you are not logged in. When i was here, this pc was vacant.&lt;br /&gt;Guy  : I came here first, but i couldn't log in. So i went down &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLA BLA BLA BLA BLAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me    : Yes, and while you were down, i came. So its mine now.&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Nope, its mine. *looks at me like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOHAI*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me    : *Looks back at him sternly for a long time*&lt;br /&gt;Guy : *Continues to use pc*&lt;br /&gt;Me    : Alright fine *logs off the pc*. Here, take it (with angry tone). *walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid idiotic thick face black nigga...yeah call me racist, why dont you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first! You bring shame to your kind, and you people are bound to burn in hell. By then you people will be as black, if not darker than charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* and then i realised that it was me who made the mistake for giving my place to him. I was just being polite and all...i would have fought back...but what can i do...im just not fit enough...i cant even defend myself, how am i supposed to protect others...*low esteem mode*. Guess i'll never be like those who are able to stand up for themselves. Nevermind, i'll try to sleep now that i've got it out of my mind, hopefully i'll get over it soon enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3449158716274127125?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3449158716274127125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3449158716274127125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3449158716274127125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3449158716274127125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-guy.html' title='The Black Guy'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3739730643771088601</id><published>2008-02-08T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:41:23.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tikam V1</title><content type='html'>I went to the shopping mall in OUG with my cousins, JDream and KV, and as usual...we always go to the toy section to check things out. This time around, they have a few new additions in their toy department. There are of course some lame and funny ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had also visited the kid's book section, where there were many nursery rhymes and story books on display. The funny thing is that some of the English nursery rhymes are so new that we never heard of them before. Some are even hilariously ridiculous/ridiculously hilarious (whichever way you put it) with the usage of English words today, it can bring an awful different meaning. For example, lets start off with the nursery rhymes books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R6xkOFQTGTI/AAAAAAAAABU/b22GaNmMe_Q/s1600-h/dr+fell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R6xkOFQTGTI/AAAAAAAAABU/b22GaNmMe_Q/s320/dr+fell.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164613065778600242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean? He doesn't like Doctor Fell, alright. But why? He says that he cannot tell the reason why he doesn't like him, and therefore repeats himself by saying he doesn't like Dr. Fell. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the whole damn point of this nursery rhyme? Weird f**ks teaching weird things to kids...no wonder kids these days are so eff-ed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R6xeV1QTGRI/AAAAAAAAABE/Hd8JWG81Q5E/s1600-h/cock-horse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R6xeV1QTGRI/AAAAAAAAABE/Hd8JWG81Q5E/s320/cock-horse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164606601852819730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and so the Prince rescued the Princess and they both galloped away on his cock......horse, and lived happily ever after..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R6xfMFQTGSI/AAAAAAAAABM/9tHHh158-XE/s1600-h/pussy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R6xfMFQTGSI/AAAAAAAAABM/9tHHh158-XE/s320/pussy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164607533860722978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, due to the frequent usage of "certain" English word in this paragraph, I guess I'm not at liberty to say what it means, but I'm pretty sure you know which word stands out the most. I love cats too, just that it's weird to see someone writing something about a pussy...*OOPS* =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough of the nursery ryhmes already. Now we move on to the top 3 funniest video of the day! Wait for it...wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd funniest video of the day goes to...the "Tikam for the 1st Time" video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_9Ai2q2H9Es&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_9Ai2q2H9Es&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the first runner up video of the day is...the "Dolphin" video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WqC6zGSEG-I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WqC6zGSEG-I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the finalist that made it to the top, the funniest of all videos, with the most annoying and addictive song goes to...the "Thomas Train" video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/diCpal5jP2s&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/diCpal5jP2s&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.s: You should probably try to put it as your ringtone or something. It might just annoy the heck out of you, hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3739730643771088601?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3739730643771088601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3739730643771088601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3739730643771088601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3739730643771088601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/02/shopping-mall.html' title='Tikam V1'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/R6xkOFQTGTI/AAAAAAAAABU/b22GaNmMe_Q/s72-c/dr+fell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-994931283820004035</id><published>2008-02-08T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:26:44.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Karas" Craze, A Must Watch!</title><content type='html'>There's a new anime that i'm currently watching, named "Karas". This anime is divided into 6 episodes with the first 3 episodes in the first DVD called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karas: The Prophecy&lt;/span&gt;" while the second DVD is called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karas: The Revelation&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This anime, or some might call it as OVA, resembles the Kamen Rider series a lot. However, it has a darker motif and is much more violent (think about the &lt;a href="http://www.guyver.jp/"&gt;Guyver&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.tv-tokyo.co.jp/garo/"&gt;Garo&lt;/a&gt; series). The summary can be found &lt;a href="http://karas.manga.com/pages/synopsis.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And to those who wants to know more or are curious enough, you can have a sneak preview of the trailer for the 1st DVD below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVH83taZ4s0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VVH83taZ4s0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-994931283820004035?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/994931283820004035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=994931283820004035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/994931283820004035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/994931283820004035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/02/karas-craze-must-watch.html' title='&quot;Karas&quot; Craze, A Must Watch!'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-7813520087464088216</id><published>2008-02-07T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:49:23.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Created Sidebar Links</title><content type='html'>I had created links at the sidebar of this blog to make it easier for you to access my videos. It is a lot easier to navigate around and with the videos removed from my blog, the loading times are reduced a lot. I will put an update notice once a new video is available (or perhaps place a link).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-7813520087464088216?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/7813520087464088216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=7813520087464088216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7813520087464088216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7813520087464088216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/02/created-sidebar-links.html' title='Created Sidebar Links'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-7154952288157275070</id><published>2008-02-05T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:48:18.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.zonnet.nl/cjbkoning/Alma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://home.zonnet.nl/cjbkoning/Alma1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma Wade from F.E.A.R. wishes all of you a Happy Chinese New Year and Gong Xi Fa Cai! Note her red dress and massive "firecrackers" behind. Aww, how emo-prosperous...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-7154952288157275070?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/7154952288157275070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=7154952288157275070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7154952288157275070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7154952288157275070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-6325949191533652081</id><published>2008-02-01T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:02:06.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-dont know what title to put-</title><content type='html'>It's weird how i always think of my blog. It's like i want people to know its existence, and at the same time, i want it hidden from the public so that i can write all about my private stuff here. I'm sure there's a word to describe this, i guess its called "oxymoron" or something. This blog is generally my e-diary as well as my game video log. I wish i could find a way to separate the two different archives but i guess i cant change the server's codes. Too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of archives, for those who have been reading my blog for quite some time (which i highly doubt) must have realized that the archive section was gone. I must have accidentally deleted its codes when i erased some of the html codes in the template. Now its back up, you can browse through them if you wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this now because as i said before, i would temporarily quit instant messaging. That brings me to notice the dreadful webcam sitting on top of my LCD monitor. Right now, its "eyeballs" are closed shut, and i'm just wondering how long it will stay shut. Did i just waste my cash on it? Apparently not...well, that was in the first place. I got it because i had a reason to use it. And now the reason is...perhaps gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was i thinking?! Getting a webcam to video chat with someone. Actually she's not just a "someone", but rather someone special...someone whom i thought could turn my life upside down and inside out. We did many things together, made fun of each other, chat like there was no tomorrow, did many stupid things (haha)...and that was just when i thought we were "meant to be"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-6325949191533652081?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/6325949191533652081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=6325949191533652081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6325949191533652081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6325949191533652081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-know-what-title-to-put.html' title='-dont know what title to put-'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-9131860692559851237</id><published>2008-01-31T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T13:02:42.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>And so now i realize that getting good results isn't everything. It just secures my future so that it would be stable...financially. What i was missing all these years are my social life and i realized now (with a blow) that being able to communicate with others also play a major role in my life. Having said that, i decided to quit instant messaging temporarily to see how far i can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get a life of my own and not depend on others. This is very very depressing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-9131860692559851237?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/9131860692559851237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=9131860692559851237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/9131860692559851237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/9131860692559851237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/01/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-1474281510584775044</id><published>2008-01-01T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:02:12.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Dont Change part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before the New Year arrived, many Penangites gather around Gurney Drive to celebrate. That's alright with me. What's not alright is when i read some forum about some incident that happened at Gurney Drive involving Ah Bengs (and possibly Ah Liens?). Some cyclists were cycling pass the big crowd when some stupid ah bengs started to spray snow-sprays on them. They even pushed those poor cyclists down and start stomping on their bikes. I mean come on, how noob can they be??? What does stomping on the bikes prove them to be? Some jacked up morons?? Police came soon after that only to be targets to throw those cans at. Some ah bengs were arrested for vandalising and being mischieve. Padan muka to both parties. New Year coming also want to act like children. Malaysia Boleh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My parents asked me this question before: "games games games, when only you will stop buying games". Sigh, one day, it shall be my turn to ask back "when only you will stop buying number (lottery)?" I mean, there's no logic in asking me when i will stop buying games. I already bought the console to play games, right? It will be VERY STUPID if i were to stop buying games and have the console there collecting dust. IINM, last time parents are the ones who encourage us to read more storybooks. Games are a form of storybook, its just the way it tells the story that is interactive. I dont read boring novels and books...i enjoy pop-up books though LOL. Hey, at least games are better than buying lottery, you know...Lottery...pfft...waste of money. Better go invest in something more useful la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haih, a part of me says "its ok...let it go...hold too tightly, the bird will die...let it loose and the bird will come back to you" (sound so lame~~). Another part of me says "keep holding on to what you want to achieve, dont let it go". As a result...i have mixed feelings. Like for example, A (guy) and B (girl) are couples. B wants to go dancing with C (guy). A says no problem since he's just her friend. After that night, B talks a lot about C and plans to go out dancing more often with C. A feels isolated although loved at the same time. A confesses that he is jealous of B and C so close together. B and C shoots A by saying they are just friends. A feels guilty. You know what i mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-1474281510584775044?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/1474281510584775044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=1474281510584775044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1474281510584775044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/1474281510584775044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-that-dont-change-part-2.html' title='Things That Dont Change part 2'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-6730392821099899359</id><published>2008-01-01T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:05:29.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Dont Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The new year has been ushered in 17 hours ago. It was a bad start and it keeps me wondering why we are such fools to welcome it with arms wide open. Does it really bring a whole new meaning to the world? Does it change things like how we wanted it to be? Does our new year resolution really matter? If they all matter, why do nations still wage war against one another? Greed...ego...satisfaction...pride... all sorts of excuses. It makes me sick sick SICK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last year, the government said that they wont increase the price of petrol until 2008, well guess what? They're so smart that they planned to increase the price starting 2008! As we are celebrating the New Year (honestly i dont know what's the hype all about), they will be laughing their @$$ off at how foolish we, the citizens, are our ignorance. The reason I bring this up is because during other times when there's no special ocassion and when the prices increase, there will be many forms of strikes by the people to show how displeased they are. Pathetic. We all know oil are running short, and we need to find an alternative. Does price increase solve that? No. they should be hiring and paying more to scientists instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another unrelated thing that i want to mention is that some people talk before they think. I am one of them, although not as bad as what im about to mention. Some are totally ignorant of how others feel, and they think its funny. Take for example a situation where A insults B using A's mother tongue language. B will definitely be oblivious of what the crap A is saying. Is this how immatures insult others? They cant speak in general terms, therefore uses own language to insult? To me, A's just a noob. If A and B are of the same race and A insults B using their mother tongue language, it is not as hurtful as the previous situation as far as i know. The worst is when A, who is not the same race as B, starts cursing using B's mother tongue language. I think i know how it feels now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remembered an advice given to me by my ex. She always said "dont always assume". Why she said that? Because im always the one who is too observant of her surroundings, making me the one who does all the thinking. I always tried to make things better by assuming the worse, assuming what she will do, what she will think...etc...And in return, when things dont go so well...she gives me the "dont always assume" sentence. I mean WTF?! So, im supposed not to assume...fine...Then from then on, i stopped assuming. She gave me lots of "signs", i purposely ignore because i dont want to assume anymore...and what do i get in return? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) "you dont know how i feel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) "whats wrong with you?" &lt;- in this case, she ACTS like a caring person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So which is it? Do you want me to know how you feel without me assuming what you're thinking? You think im psychic? I was just your bf and you are supposed to tell me if there's anything. You shouldnt have said that i shouldnt assume. I even tried it on a lecturer about a maths question, and he replied "i thought this you should know how to do" proves that we are supposed to assume. So your theory about "you should not assume" sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot of people ask me why i always like to stay at home. They say "So sien la stay at home, dont always watch show and play la". Well, screw you guys. What do you do when you go out? You go to the cinema (equivalent of watching show), you go for mamak (which costs a bomb for a drink that has cockroaches in it), go for sports and spend time with friends. Yeah right...spend time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like spending time with devils. Ask me to go out "spend time with friends" is not the same as making fun of me. Im always the subject to get bullied. If thats what you have to offer me everytime i go out with you, then no thanks. You guys go ahead, i dont need you...pretenders...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im also sick and tired of planning stuff that nobody wants to participate. Stuff like asking people out and planning or organizing something big, just to be told "if nobody go, i wont go". What the heck is that?? If everyone says the same thing, then no need to go la. People who says that, have no decision making skills. Why cant you just say that you can go, and let me do the rest of the planning? Then i will decide to go with it or to cancel it when there are not enough to participate. Idiots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-6730392821099899359?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/6730392821099899359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=6730392821099899359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6730392821099899359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6730392821099899359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-that-dont-change.html' title='Things That Dont Change'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-3267614158923186943</id><published>2007-12-29T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:51:48.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Earth</title><content type='html'>Just finished HL2: Episode 1 on my console...zzz took me around 5 hours or so to complete...super short game compared to HL2 itself. Anyway, yesterday i showed my parents this thing called "Google Earth" because i wanted them to show me the direction to some place (dont want to tell, later you all say i noob). Like all parents, they are curious of what this Google Earth is. I just briefly told them that it uses satellite images (not live images) to simulate places of interest (or rather the map) of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, can see that they are impressed and even MORE curious about this "application". Nowadays, if i plan on going anywhere...i can just look up on Google Earth to see how to go about going there. Very convenient indeed. No need for such big paper maps, folded a thousand times. I only need those when im travelling oustation (and i almost never been outstation without my parents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice if Google Earth can be downloaded and be used in my car...that way, i wont get lost anymore...haha...(so lame). Ok la...i continue my HL2: Episode 2 now 1st...&lt;br /&gt;(edited: finished it at 12:45am, 30th Dec 07...swt...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Have to restart the damn Assassin's Creed because auntie uncle all so noisy until i cannot hear the cutscenes...now the story dont know talk about what ****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-3267614158923186943?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/3267614158923186943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=3267614158923186943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3267614158923186943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/3267614158923186943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2007/12/google-earth.html' title='Google Earth'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-2435901157179889601</id><published>2007-12-19T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:06:39.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time Lor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK, so i got all the games i wanted this holidays. Just when it seems as though everything's perfect...a new problem arises...TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" type="a"&gt;&lt;li&gt; A nonspatial continuum in which events occur in apparently irreversible succession from the past through the present to the future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; An interval separating two points on this continuum; a duration: &lt;i&gt;a long time since the last war; passed the time reading.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some even say time might be the 4th dimension of things to come. (ok, i faked this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, last week i bought Soldier of Fortune, Naruto and Assassins Creed. This week, i bought The Orange Box, Mass Effect and Call of Duty 4. Based on what i have just stated...it might look like i have 5 games to play (i have finished SoF). But you are wrong... let's break them up shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;SoF = Finished&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naruto = Currently playing (update: finished playing on the 20th Dec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assassins = Just started, and will not continue till i finish Naruto because of its controls complexity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mass Effect = Will not start yet, due to its lengthy gameplay and deep storyline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call of Duty 4 = Also will not start yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Orange Box = Consists of 4 games which are Half Life2, Episode 1, Episode 2 and Portal (played them before on the PC except Portal, but just wished that i could try out the HD version on my xbox hahahahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So altogether, there are 8 games to finish by the end of this year. Today's date is 19th Dec 2007. Lets calculate again...shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;21st - 23rd Dec = will be on holiday in Ipoh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24th Dec = resting day and going out for a midnight show/celebrate x'mas eve (just an excuse)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;25th Dec = going out again to celebrate x'mas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That leaves me...around 7 days to finish up 8 games...which is IMPOSSIBLE. It is possible actually, if i disregard my sleeping time and personal time...i might just be able to complete them all before my next semester starts. Talk about a gamer...and you're reading his blog...lol...(wait, does that make sense at all...?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-2435901157179889601?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/2435901157179889601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=2435901157179889601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2435901157179889601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/2435901157179889601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-time-lor.html' title='No Time Lor...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-6942465694152695570</id><published>2007-12-10T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:53:05.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Hate Hate!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exam over already. Now do what? Sien lor. Still waiting for my games, dont know when only can go and buy. Many people ask me why my blog dont have pictures, actually to be more specific...why don't have LENGLUI pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those of you who knew me for a long time, should know why i don't put up girl's pictures. But for those who doesn't know (or knew already, but still so patt~), it would look like i'm promoting for them. Take friendster for example (yes, friendster bashing time!!! Die friendster DIE!!!). F-er (short for friendster, for noobs who can't spell "friendster"...yeah i know there are some out there...no need to deny...) is a place where you get to create a profile and update details about yourself. Basically what you do is to sign up for an account, look for your friends, ADD them to your buddy list and search for strangers who are hot. Yes...i know...im hot...Anyway, I think its best that I point them all out in point form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Text Customization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes when i visit people's profile pages, and when i feel like adding them...i just couldnt decide which button to press because the text have all been changed. Yeah, sure...customizing text is a good way to show that you have some personality, but why cant you just leave it as it is? For example, "add as friend" has been changed to "hook me up" or "hit me baby"...That's just totally gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Annoying Automatic Music Playback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes when I'm just browsing through people's profile, I often get interrupted by the blasting music coming out from the music player in their pages. Sometimes its so bad that I even got a heart-attack by the sudden boom of the player. At least you should have just put some calm music that helps relax the reader's mind, and NOT giving them a hard time reading. It's even more gay that sometimes the playback cannot be controlled by the player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ridiculous Fonts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fonts are important as they help the viewers and readers to navigate around the page with ease, but once these fonts are misused and mixed with the inappropriate page theme as well as colour scheme...they can be disastrous, trust me...I've seen the worst. Some people tend to colour their text fonts by having this flashy effect once the mouse rolls over them, or once the user clicks on the links. Sometimes its so random that it makes me wanna puke. Ever seen invisible fonts? I had to highlight that column just to see those hidden words that does really matter much to the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buttons That Appear as Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people just want to be too creative with things. They can think of all sorts of things...including turning that "add comment" button into a BIG FAT "+" symbol. If this is not bad enough, how about turning the whole profile page into some sort of kiddie puzzle where you must literally GUESS what each of the symbols/pictures mean. Gosh, that...i can tell you...is REALLY GAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Translucent Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And what's with making a page that is almost invisible to the eye? What's the whole point? I mean, you want people to view your page and at the same time you're preventing others from actually viewing your page? What are you an oxymoron or something? Or are you trying to show that, "Hey! Look at my fancy background! I'm making the page invisible so that you can view my background or wallpaper better!". Idiots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flashy Backgrounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some profiles have animated moving backgrounds while some have flashy backgrounds. Yes, FLASHY as in *blink blink* backgrounds. I must admit that some people are very good at creating an environment where the background portrays a calm and soothing feeling. But for those extremists...(don't know if they realise if they're just too stupid or ignorant)...FYI, flashy backgrounds without any relevance is a pain in the rear...Am i supposed to be hypnotized by those flashy images so that i am zombified to view your dumb profile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noisy Flash Comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sending a comment or a message to another person or friend is very thoughtful. But it is often annoying to view a profile which has many comments with those flash music on. Stuff like birthday greetings, christmas cards, and "i miss you" flash messages...imagine all playing at the same time. Probably the f-er (thats Friendster, mind you...) group should start working on creating special pages just to view e-cards or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fake User Accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although i have never been added in f-er, i've always wanted to search for girls (HAHAHA). But what i often find is that they are not always what they look like in their profile picture. Potong stim like shit. Search for 18 year olds with cute and pretty face, only to be HORRIFIED by their auntie-ah lian-ah poh looks. Furthermore, sometimes can even see them posing like cats...dogs...bunnies...apa macam pun ada...tak malu giler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purpose of This Whole Thing? Is it because you're ugly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, once you manage to go through all the above reasons of why i hate f-er (actually still got more reasons...), you might think...thank god its over. NO, its not over yet! What if one day you stumble upon a profile which actually COMBINES ALL THE ABOVE ELEMENTS. That is one hell of an idiotic lifeless freak with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FU-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;creativity-level-BAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-6942465694152695570?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/6942465694152695570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=6942465694152695570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6942465694152695570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/6942465694152695570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2007/12/hate-hate-hate.html' title='Hate Hate Hate!!!'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-7467093731008568411</id><published>2007-12-04T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T17:42:56.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darling Got Mood Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was one time when i was with my darling on my way home from college. She seemed to be pretty calm but unstable at times. Here's the general scenario: Don't know why, sometimes when all the doors are shut and locked, the lights on the dashboard would indicate that the doors are still open. I suspect that the wiring has gone crazy yet again. I didn't think it would be such a big issue until that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was with her on my way home along the Kesas highway when suddenly she went crazy. She started to make lots of noise, as though she was jealous or something. Or maybe she was having her "time of the month"? I was reaching the Sunway toll already and queued slightly at the TnG lane. Totally embarrassed and frustrated, i could only imagine all the other motorists looking and staring at my darling and i. I quickly paid the toll and decided to turn off into sunway (PJS9) instead of heading straight towards the LDP (the cable bridge that looks like the Penang Bridge). She was still screaming and calling out but i couldnt do anything...furthermore...road before turning into sunway was jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I actually drove quite impatiently by sticking my bonnet close to the car in front, and revving my engine quite violently in hopes that the cars would give way. I thought i'd stop by the road side in sunway to see to her, but after i turned into sunway...she immediately silenced. DNS WTF is wrong with her?? After turning into sunway only keep quiet~~ Somemore the road there more jam~ Malang betul...luckily she didnt make noise anymore...otherwise...paiseh like hell~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;By now i think you should have guessed who or what my darling is...if not...shame on you. Until now, she is still unstable although she didn't make any unnecessary sound. Damn, I'm your master man! I bathe you, i drive you, i sayang you...why did you have to do this to me...(not enough TLC kua). Hopefuly tomorrow she don't die on me or at least don't cry out loud again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-7467093731008568411?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/7467093731008568411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=7467093731008568411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7467093731008568411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/7467093731008568411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-darling-got-mood-swing.html' title='My Darling Got Mood Swing'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-405895926272736228</id><published>2007-12-03T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:16:05.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back...So What...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been almost a year since my last post...a dreadful year i might add. Many things have happened throughout and the most outstanding one was me getting married. HAHA, not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Married to my xbox that is...Putting gaming issues aside, i've got many other things to rant about. First and foremost (why do i sound like sunita?!), many people asked me why i stopped blogging. Hmm, good question. I DIDN'T stop blogging...i merely just got distracted by other events, you know...stuff like assignments and what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that i look back at my blog template with all those html codes...i began to become blur~ Dont know what codes are for what already. Nevermind, i'll get used to it...eventually. Since now is my holiday period, i can peacefully rant just about anything...yes, ANYTHING...that includes all the hate in the world that i can think of including you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So who shall i start with...hmm, i know one friend (i use the term loosely here). He's like always trying to follow what God says. Either he's too religious, or that i'm just too sensitive about the "Oh-almighty-God-thingy". Yeah, speaking of which, i dont really like to think of myself as being a Christian...as a matter of fact im STILL not a Christian. HA HA...that felt good. As for this "friend", he even put his msn pm as some quote in the bible. I think that he's just trying to show people that he reads the bible. Oh FGS, do you even need to tell people that "oh, im reading the bible cause im a christian. oh i go to church cause im a christian. oh you shouldnt do that cause you're a christian BLAH BLAH BLAH~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good thing i blocked him (and he still doesn't know this). Then everytime he comes over to stay for a night, he'd be like "tomorrow i want to wake up early because i want to go to church". I mean, why cant you freaking choose a day to overnight and not having to wake up early just to "go to church"? Guess i should delete him from my contacts too...well not just him. I had issues with other people with the same mentality as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those who are christians and do not show that you are those "God did this, God did that" kind of lame stuff, i salute you. I do not hate God, i just want to distance myself from people like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that goes the same for those teenage rock bands in small community churches. They thought they could attract more people to embrace the religion. Yeah, thats fine...but WTF's with changing those original hymns into some unholy rock song with unbalanced tempo and beat~ Yorrr, so noob la. And the singer is always the one smiling when singing. Tell me why so happy? Must you even have a reason to smile while singing?  Is that smile supposed to make us go "wow, he/she has a wonderful smile. i must join this church to see her smile more"? When i sing, i dont smile. Why? Cause when i sing, i become ONE with the song (OMG what nonsense am i talking about =_=).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time to stop, if not i'll go crazy and people will starting shooting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-405895926272736228?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/405895926272736228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=405895926272736228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/405895926272736228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/405895926272736228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-backso-what.html' title='I&apos;m Back...So What...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-116023478888705160</id><published>2006-10-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:54.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a not-so-fine day in APIIT when my coursemates were in the lab doing their assignments when I was the only one in the Social Space watching other students playing their game of table tennis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was about to fall asleep, this English-spoken Malay teen approached me with gleams of hope in his eyes. Forgive me for not remembering his long-winded pre-planned speech, but what I do know is that his speech was all about a "fund-raising" charity body to help spastic children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was listening to his speech, he mentioned clearly that this body is not the same as any other bodies. How is it not the same? He stated that this body is not a donation drive body. Ok, I accepted that and agreed to continue listening to his speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the one-sided conversation took place, I heard this guy saying something about "donating RM10 could help a child for a week". That was when I started to get a little annoyed (not that I didn't expect that, but at least he could have mentioned it earlier).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I interupted his speech and said, "Wait wait wait, hold it there. You said this isn't a donation drive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah yeah, this isn't. We are just here to give an awareness about these poor children and we were hoping that you could help them", he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Helping them by donating RM10?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah, you can put it that way, sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So...your point is, by donating RM10 to a non-donation drive body could help a child for a week?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What followed this sentence...I had no idea cause he was speaking too fast, probably to cover up his real intention. Whatever it was, I boldly just said that he was speaking to the wrong guy. Guess what, this guy never gave up! He continued to pester me...and I just waited patiently for him to end his speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once he came to a break (expecting me to hand out my flashy red note)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Didn't I say that you were talking to the wrong guy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But why, sir? By helping these poor children, you can etc etc etc..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Nope, you've just wasted your breath over me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ok, sir. Thank you for your time, sir. Have a nice day!" And off he went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me get this straight. He shouldn't have mentioned that the body was NOT a donation drive body. I could have stopped him there n then. And what was that crap about donating to a non-donation drive body? WTF? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worst of all, do NOT ever ask a donor on why he doesn't want to donate. It is impolite to do so and this is known as conversational ethics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Know your role before disturbing my slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-116023478888705160?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/116023478888705160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=116023478888705160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/116023478888705160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/116023478888705160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/10/donation.html' title='Donation'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115800066663157641</id><published>2006-09-12T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Boring Lecture</title><content type='html'>If you have trouble listening to lectures and boring tutorial sessions, here's the cure for it. No guarantees though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-GeKLIdTDI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-GeKLIdTDI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115800066663157641?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115800066663157641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115800066663157641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115800066663157641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115800066663157641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/09/sleepy-boring-lecture.html' title='Sleepy Boring Lecture'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115676288577769870</id><published>2006-08-28T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:53.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driver Flies Out After Car Flip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GDi9TbS6_WI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GDi9TbS6_WI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115676288577769870?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115676288577769870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115676288577769870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115676288577769870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115676288577769870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/08/driver-flies-out-after-car-flip.html' title='Driver Flies Out After Car Flip.'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115669337332085235</id><published>2006-08-27T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:53.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For this time around, I guess I'll be transforming my blog into an entertainment video blog...No, not videos of me blogging, but instead videos of the games I play or movies that I watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This major change is due to my  inactivity and procrastination in making new posts about how life is around me. I apologise if I'd caused you any inconvenience (once the videos are up). The first video should be up shortly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115669337332085235?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115669337332085235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115669337332085235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115669337332085235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115669337332085235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115289714941427799</id><published>2006-07-15T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doom 3: Resurrection of Evil Music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVXg-fF5BjE"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVXg-fF5BjE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115289714941427799?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115289714941427799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115289714941427799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115289714941427799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115289714941427799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/07/doom-3-resurrection-of-evil-music.html' title='Doom 3: Resurrection of Evil Music Video'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115247005294706364</id><published>2006-07-10T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:52.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doom 3 Music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWAbUz8spkA"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pWAbUz8spkA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115247005294706364?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115168884809372548</id><published>2006-07-01T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:52.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Stay Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've said this once before and I'll say it again. American horror movies do not scare me. What seems to be lacking in these horror movies are the sense of capturing the human psychological feeling (what the crap?!). Note that I mentioned HORROR and not VIOLENCE. Gore belongs to VIOLENCE while creepiness and supernatural suspense belongs to HORROR. With that said, let's start with our own movie synopsis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Storyline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"After the brutal death of a friend, a group of friends find themselves in possession of a video-game called "Stay Alive," a blood-curdling true story of a 17th century noblewoman known as the Blood Countess. After playing the game when they know they shouldn't, however, the friends realize that once they die in the game--they die for real. As their numbers begin dropping and as they begin dying in the ways they died in the game, the remaining friends realize they must defeat the Blood Countess or accept their fates."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0441796/plotsummary"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scare factor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basically throughout the show, there are very very few real good scares. Mostly are just plain cheap scares...stuff like some shadow walking behind, or the sudden image of "the bloody eye" (what's with that anyway?! i dun get it...whose eye is that?! why is it flashing?!). The ghosts are clearly animated (bcoz they're in-game, that takes away half of the scare factor, but it's a good try). I can easily find these in Fatal Frame too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh hell...horror movies never made it through without considering the characters' AI. It's always the same...they all try to be the hero and always go by the saying, "you wait here, i'll go check it out". For all humanity's sake, why don't you freaking carry a crowbar or something?! Havent you heard of Gordon Freeman of Half Life?! Havent you heard of the nameless marine in Doom 3?! He even went to hell, survived, and came back for MORE! What the hell you sissies think you are, empty handedly "checking things out". Bullsh*t man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Movie Inspiration:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's very clear that this movie adopted its gameplay from the famous Fatal Frame/Clock Tower series. Also, not forgetting the DIRECT COPY of the Japanese horror movie, Ju-On. The bluish boy and his mother can be seen a lot of times in this show...in animated form. Lots and lots of the boy's and his mother's clones...hmm...sweet! It kinda entertained me when Fatal Frame turned out to be like the run n' gun shooter, "Black", for the PS2/Xbox. A hybrid perhaps...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*SPOILER ALERT* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ending? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*SPOILER ALERT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was expecting one fellow (Frankie Muniz) to complete the game in order to beat the Blood Countess, but no...the rest of the survivors had to search for this...haunted house to eliminate her, face-to-face. What a bore...at least animation gives me more satisfaction. I mean, it's always better that way for a change, don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*END OF SPOILER*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall, I kinda watched this movie to convince myself to stop gaming, but this show failed to do so. In fact, it just feels like a parody of Ju-On and Fatal Frame and Black. Oh gosh...must play more games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115168884809372548?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115168884809372548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115168884809372548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115168884809372548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115168884809372548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/07/movie-review-stay-alive.html' title='Movie Review: Stay Alive'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115090157195606549</id><published>2006-06-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:52.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking back at my old school magazine, there's a bit of nostalgic feeling to it. While the lame-ass teacher's day and sports day and other events are nothing but crap, the senior's pages are the ones that are the most worth looking through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It kinda reminded me of how I behaved and performed in my daily routine back then. Yes yes...I admit I was childish, but only to get people's attention since...I'm the only child mah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And look at me now...all cool and macho and self-concerned guy. No more Mr. Nice Guy cause he's ghey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kinda have a feeling of regret, particularly because of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a) mixing with the wrong herd of friends (sorry, I know 'herd' are for cows but what's the difference?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;b) getting involved in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;c) getting unskilled, untrained, unprofessional, immature, impatient b1tC#3$ to teach us the most crucial subjects resulting in me getting low grades for SPM. Seriously...damn you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One word of advice, do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; get yourself involved in a relationship! No matter what happens, whether she confesses (if you're a guy), or whether if she strips for you, or even if she rapes you...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAY OUT OF IT&lt;/span&gt;! It's like a drug, everything will be ruined! You will soon find that you will have lesser times with your friends, lesser chances to eye on girls, and your studies will go down the drain...hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One more thing...when I look into the school mag...I realised that most of those girls who were said to be pretty or cute or stuff like that...are nothing but CH3Ap 53ll0U+5  (if you can read leet, good for you). I had crushes on them too, but come to think of it...its back to the previous rule...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAY OUT OF IT&lt;/span&gt;! It's only an illusion for desperados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One last thing to say before I end my post...and this is addressed to all future Senior Page makers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dont start to design your page at the very last minute. You must consider the time needed to edit the pages &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AS WELL AS&lt;/span&gt; having your classmates/teacher to approve it. By then only will it be brought forward to the school magazine society to get approval from the Principal to be published. Sigh, such high level of bureaucracy...boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115090157195606549?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115090157195606549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115090157195606549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115090157195606549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115090157195606549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/06/nostalgic-feeling.html' title='Nostalgic Feeling'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115081487221932138</id><published>2006-06-20T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:52.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Bad? What's Bad? How Bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know what's bad? Drugs are bad...mmkay? Skipping classes is bad...mmkay? Porno is bad too...mmkay? So kids, listen up and follow what the Big Guy's gonna tell you right in your face, "do anything you want to your-freaking-self, as long as you do not demoralise yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so, this little boy went home feeling very excited about wat the Big Guy said. He thought of going to the cybercafe, but that would make him look like a gaming addict. He then moved on to smoking, but then again it would make him look like a samseng. He tried several different approaches to different 'activities' but the Big Guy's words keep on playing in his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then this particular thought strucked him in his brain. The thought of keeping a single finger nail long for as long as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Small boy: Hmm, keeping a finger nail long is not a crime. It's also not demoralising. In fact, no one will even know it! It'll be a great help when my food gets stuck in my mouth. Nose itch? No problem too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The small boy kept his nail long for almost 2 months now. That was when he suddenly felt that it was dangerous to keep long nails. Why? This boy was using a sponge to scrub the dishes in the kitchen after dinner just now when his nail got caught in the sponge. The nail got slightly bent (thankfully not broken). Right at that moment, random thoughts of nails breaking began to flow constantly into mind. Without delaying, the small boy immediately cut off his long nail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral: Long nails are bad...mmkay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/sickodude/edited.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is apparently no "Big Guy" in reality, so snap out of it! No children were harmed in this greatly crafted story. Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115081487221932138?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115081487221932138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115081487221932138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115081487221932138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115081487221932138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/06/whos-bad-whats-bad-how-bad.html' title='Who&apos;s Bad? What&apos;s Bad? How Bad?'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115080188636683939</id><published>2006-06-20T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henshin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Due to my enthusiasm in Kamen Rider, this is the hardwork of capturing numerous screenshots of a rider transforming. Henshin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for the size...photo hosting site doesn't allow files bigger than 1MB...KNN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/sickodude/henshin.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115080188636683939?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115080188636683939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115080188636683939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115080188636683939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115080188636683939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/06/henshin.html' title='Henshin!'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115076759957427586</id><published>2006-06-20T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:52.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggi Mee</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/sickodude/maggi1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/sickodude/maggi2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115076759957427586?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115076759957427586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115076759957427586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115076759957427586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115076759957427586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/06/maggi-mee.html' title='Maggi Mee'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115057047775457894</id><published>2006-06-18T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:52.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; This is extremely embarrassing...I freaking contradicted myself when my previous post states that WC stands for Wet Chamber/Closet and whoever sees it as World Cup is a freak. What I had in the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Different Ways Of Delivering A Message" post was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, I may be a bit exaggerating but these days I roughly sleep around those times. I challenge all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WC vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to beat my record during this time! Muahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WC vampires...holy cow!!! Where the hell that came from?! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115057047775457894?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115057047775457894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115057047775457894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115057047775457894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115057047775457894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/06/contradiction.html' title='Contradiction'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115038884093524904</id><published>2006-06-15T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:51.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Random Post With Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, it's always a good feeling after returning from the WC, right? What, you do not know what is WC? No...it's not Wild Channel...it's Wet Closet/Chamber. Hah! Gotcha! I knew what you were all thinking of! WORLD CUP wasn't it?? One word to describe you people..."freaks"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything also football! Eat ball, drink ball, sleep ball, play ball...heck, some of you might even draft out rules for your wives to follow so that they would not ruin your lovely football match! Shame on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway...anime...a word commonly used to describe an animated manga art. I'm sure most of you "buy" animes to watch right...right??? Come on, seriously...duh...*ahem*...okay okay...but there's this sudden disturbance that goes around. It's like an aura...circling the atmosphere or some sort...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do anime titles get spread around, some of you might ask. There are a few ways though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Recommendations from friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Attractive, eye-catching titles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) High ratings from numerous anime websites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) Compelling storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's quite a strange sight to see an individual watching animes for the sake of the actions instead of its storyline. What do I mean? For example...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kamen Rider - action part consists of monster bashing moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ultraman - action part consists of monster bashing moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;High School Girls - action part consists of softcore "H" moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Initial D -  action part consists of racing events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boys Be -  action part consists of boys courting girls (WTF?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heavy dialogues are ignored and sometimes skipped...what's the fun in watching anime if not for the storyline...? You just missing out the fun and the suspense of the series and there will be no point in continuing the series. As a comparison, it's like drinking "limau ais tanpa ais"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As evidence to the above WC acronym...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.acronymfinder.com/af-query.asp?Acronym=WC&amp;Find=find&amp;amp;string=exact"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115038884093524904?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115038884093524904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115038884093524904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115038884093524904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115038884093524904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-random-post-with-random.html' title='Another Random Post With Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115022805048641798</id><published>2006-06-14T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:51.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great, Another Superhero Show...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the upcoming long-awaited superhero show "Superman Returns", both the younger and older generation fans of the Man of Steel are truly eager to storm the big screens in their neighbourhood. Question is...why is it so popular? Not that it's gonna be more popular than the wall-climbing web-shooting city-polluting Spiderman or the cool rich handsome vengeful bastard Batman...what I'm saying is...what if compared to other Asian superhero shows like Ultraman or Kamen Rider?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although Hollywood owns the movie industry, non-Hollywood movies should also be shown in cinemas! Why? If Superman, Batman and Spiderman can, why cant Ultraman and Kamen Rider?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's compare between Superman and Ultraman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Superman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Fights human villains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Destruction of the metropolis included&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Has a weakness - Kryptonite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) The usage of CG is aplenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) Fight scene is fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) Unexplainable super powers with utterly embarrasing names...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ultraman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Fights monsters (sometimes human villains)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Destruction of &lt;insert&gt;&lt;insert&gt;*insert Japanese district here*&lt;insert&gt; included&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Has a weakness - Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) The usage of CG is aplenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) Fight scene is fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) Unexplainable super powers with utterly embarrasing names...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And YET the same old Superman makes it to the big screens while Ultraman retires in Japan over the years and ALTHOUGH the Japs keep on making up new Silver Heroes over the decades, Superman is still the same old Superman *yawn*. Let's be honest, what do you expect to see next from Superman/Ultraman? It's the villains whom we're more interested to know. Unless that film is "Godzilla: Final Wars", then I'd most probably understand why it never made it to the cinemas lah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the end of the day, the results are still the same...no matter how hard the villain tries to "take over the world", it still boils down to the winner being the protagonist thanks to the one-sided thinking of the cunning director who eats our money like they were consuming oxygen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*silence*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay...if that statement ever made sense, I'll end here coz it's freaking 3.30am and I'll only be having 4 hours of sleep before I start my journey to college for a better tomorrow (Fuiyooo! So determined!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- If Spiderman is addressed as "wall-climbing web-shooting city-polluting"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- and Batman being "cool rich handsome vengeful bastard" (because he lost his parents and he lives with a butler...?!!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- and Ultraman being the Silver Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- then what is Superman...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Answer: Man of Steel who can fly with a pair of red undies...I guess Lois Lane has a lust for red undies...sigh...what a waste...bad taste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(whoever finds this offensive is childish, how bout that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115022805048641798?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115022805048641798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115022805048641798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115022805048641798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115022805048641798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/06/great-another-superhero-sh_115022805048641798.html' title='Great, Another Superhero Show...'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11459902.post-115012635301602839</id><published>2006-06-12T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T13:44:50.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Ways Of Delivering A Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy oh boy...holidays ARE boring! But hey, how often do we get to sleep at 5am and wake up at 5pm? Well, I may be a bit exaggerating but these days I roughly sleep around those times. I challenge all WC vampires to beat my record during this time! Muahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently I just got an sms from a girl which mentions how important friendship is. This reminded me of an old sms from last year by my guy friend which also mentions how much he cherish our friendship. Obviously these two messages are not composed by them but rather forwarded ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girl's message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A fren is like a computer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ENTER your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SAVE you in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FORMAT your problems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and never DELETE you from my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm very glad 2 hav u as my good friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy's message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Dear fucker! You are my fuckin friend, and I hope u noe dats fuckin true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter wat the fuck happens, I'll stand the fuck by u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll fuckin be there 4 u, whenever the fuck u need me, 2 lend u a fuckin hand, 2 do a fuckin good deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So just fuckin call me, whenever the fuck u need any fuckin thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck, I'll always be there, even 2 the bitter fuckin end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep dis fuckin promise so dat we will be fuckin friends till the fuckin end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take care of ur fuckin self, fucker..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's amazing how different genders play a different role in making friends. But anyways, I appreciate it very much (although it's better if we go out yumcha together, wahaha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11459902-115012635301602839?l=ewonghj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/feeds/115012635301602839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11459902&amp;postID=115012635301602839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115012635301602839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11459902/posts/default/115012635301602839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewonghj.blogspot.com/2006/06/different-ways-of-deliveri_115012635301602839.html' title='Different Ways Of Delivering A Message'/><author><name>Cire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017953435669033524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sPiWvda6Wlo/S62pEK5_psI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dorw-xDiXs0/S220/DSC00079.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
