<?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-13608644</id><updated>2011-07-06T12:48:59.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[*---divinition's anecdote---*]]</title><subtitle type='html'>eric wong
male homosapien
6th august 1987</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113879377124488911</id><published>2006-02-01T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:36:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG @ WORDPRESS</title><content type='html'>time for a shift in blog. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://divinition.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-savant-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113879377124488911?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113879377124488911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113879377124488911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113879377124488911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113879377124488911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-blog-wordpress.html' title='NEW BLOG @ WORDPRESS'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113752195721700294</id><published>2006-01-18T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T02:25:36.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Measure of A Man - Clay Aiken</title><content type='html'>i suddenly developed an unexplainable affinity for this song. heheh.. recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day you discover him&lt;br /&gt;Broken down he's lost everything&lt;br /&gt;No cars, no fancy clothes to make him who he's not&lt;br /&gt;The woman at his side is all that he has got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you ask him move heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;To prove his love has worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would he walk on water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would he run through fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would he stand before you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it's down to the wire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would he give his life up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be all he can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that, is that, is that how you measure a man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by chance all he had to give you&lt;br /&gt;Was three words wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Would that be deep enough at the end of every day&lt;br /&gt;And how will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;If a man is what he says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you ask him to move heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;To prove his love has worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never gives up&lt;br /&gt;Lets go of his dreams&lt;br /&gt;His world goes around for his one true belief&lt;br /&gt;Is that how you know&lt;br /&gt;Is that what it means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he walk on water&lt;br /&gt;Would he run through fire&lt;br /&gt;Would he stand before you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would he will be your anchor when the dark unfolds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would he always love you the best that he knows?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would he give his life up&lt;br /&gt;To be all that he can&lt;br /&gt;Is that, is that, is that how you measure a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;chorus&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that, is that, is that how you measure oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that, is that, is that... how you measure a man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113752195721700294?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113752195721700294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113752195721700294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113752195721700294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113752195721700294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2006/01/measure-of-man-clay-aiken_18.html' title='Measure of A Man - Clay Aiken'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113751865097523530</id><published>2006-01-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T01:24:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitaire - Clay Aiken</title><content type='html'>i'm super sorry for the hiatus. *fucking knnccb connection is super bugging me.. &amp;amp; i've been having a slight block la..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you can't blame me for that.. cuz nothin actually happens here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i've been through 2 weeks of total and complete isolation frmo the rush and hastiness of real life back in kl. &lt;strong&gt;and i fucking miss it.&lt;/strong&gt; hurr.. complete this week and go home for a week.. (hopefully get to see Paul van Dyk in zouk.. heheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's the first day i had a decent conversation with &lt;strong&gt;other human-like lifeforms here!&lt;/strong&gt; hahahah.. seriously.. i think me being here will not sharpen my mind by me studying but do the total opposite because i lack human contact. (not that contact with ET isn't bad.. hahahahahaha.. i'm fucking mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my roommate's friends, (girls btw, but well.. not that &lt;em&gt;dinosaur&lt;/em&gt;, but still kinda &lt;em&gt;dinosaur&lt;/em&gt;.. *i can't help it that i'm mean! glare.*) and forgot to ask their names.. but jumped right into the conversation la.. so 4 of us were on the table.. and 2 from sarawak, 1 from indonesia and lil ol' me from the hustle and bustle of kuala lumpur baby.. or is it ampang.. hahahhahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i learned an interesting fact today.. and i'll be talking about it today la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUICIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year, apparently, there was a suicide in the Inti Hostels. some chinese dude from China was told by the education authority that they strongly suggest that this chinese guy, (we'll name him CG.) CG switch his course from law to something else. of course, to thicken the plot, this poor CG apparently has parents who are the type who like to "tar the road to success for their kids".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added pressure from both parties was the most likely cause of the jump from the fourth floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, to add to the controversy there were also numerous other allegations on why he did "it".. haha.. well no laughing matter.. there's one saying he was trying to climb a floor up to his pal's room, and it so happened that he slipped on that day.. and that he's done it many times before.. (i'd put the pic of him sprawled on the floor up.. but i guess it would be too graphic..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, to the discussion.. i can't believe that &lt;strong&gt;anyone&lt;/strong&gt; in the world would take thier own lives for something that their parents believed in. i mean.. what type of parents are those in the first bloody place? i can never understand parents who in their quest to achieve all that is the best for their children, blind themselves of the fact that maybe sometimes, it should be not what the parents want, but the child. it's their lives for fucking sakes! let them live it. i'm sure you're all with me on this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, most of the blame can also be forwarded back to the individual who commited that act of selfishness. death is not a way to anything. it never was, it never will be. by commiting suicide, i think that it's only hiding from the problems, and maybe just dropping it all on the people you love and care for you.. i have thought of commiting suicide. once. that was it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that was one of the times when i was really emotionally pushed.. and i really didn't know who to turn to, or who to ask advice from, or how to deal with it basically.. i guess in the end, the only thing refraining me from commiting that wretched act was my friends.. without the support of my closest friends, i would probably &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; be comtemplating suicide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings us to another point.. most of the people who think they wanna commit suicide, sometimes just don't have the balls to do it. (no pun intended for the female suicide contemplaters.) isn't it true? that when faced with the prospect of jumping down and ending it all.. putting a stopper to that overflowing waterfall of problems that just keeps going on that cycle.. i guess this is so because of the fact that everyone has to have at least a FEW good memories that they would want to cherish.. and good memories that they would wanna experience again.. i guess on the other hand, the people who really do commit suicide are the worst of the lot.. with no fond memories to stop them from going overboard, no relatives who really understand what they want in life and love them for who they are, not who the parents want them to be.. people who do not have the friends to back you up no matter what, friends who will wade through thick and thin.. friends who listen to your problems but don't stop at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. back to that guy.. i pity him. he's the perfect example of what could happen to kids nowadays with parents who are too demanding of what they expect from their kids. parents who want to tie a leash on everything their child wants to do. parents who want to see success in every nook and corner of their children but in the end, only see failure on their part to understand his happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the parents who should take this event, and remember that they are the backbone of thier children's lives.. children (most of them) strive to make their parents proud.. even though it's not the 1st place finish in class, even though it's not the million dollar contract sealed, even though it's a girl not a boy as grandchildren, even though it's only a diploma in fuckology instead of that PhD in medicine.. (ignore the last one. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents, don't pressure us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113751865097523530?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113751865097523530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113751865097523530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113751865097523530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113751865097523530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2006/01/solitaire-clay-aiken.html' title='Solitaire - Clay Aiken'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113630528004703645</id><published>2006-01-04T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:27:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk - Ferry Corsten</title><content type='html'>oh. my. god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it.. i'm finally here.. i'm finally in &lt;strong&gt;Inti Nilai&lt;/strong&gt;. a big word of advice to all who wants to study here (which i am like 90% sure NO ONE) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You better have stuff to do, or else, you'll grow fat trying to pass time by eating.. I think I will. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm practically bored my ass off.. and to think that i could &lt;strong&gt;at least&lt;/strong&gt; take away some misery by bringing my comp.. which to a certain extent it did.. but when i brought it here, i realised that i have nothin to do on my comp unless i'm online.. ended up watching &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; episodes of &lt;strong&gt;Viva La Bam&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finally, after like 4 hrs of wondering how to connect to the internet here, i finally got it sorted out.. and then, another disaster.. My MSN couldn't connect.. i don't know for what fuck reason or how it all went wrong.. so i had to download a fresh copy and reinstalled it.. tried it again.. and still cannot! KNN.. then i knew it had to be the connection.. then think think think.. why why why like that???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then it struck me.. there had to be &lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/strong&gt; 2500 rooms here.. (16 blocks of hostels with 4 lvls each..) so that would make up maybe like 4000 students maybe.. IN FULL CAPACITY la.. but then, at this time there would be maybe only 3000 students living.. and say that maybe HALF had computers.. that would make 3000 people connected to the internet at any one time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;imagine that.. 3000 computers, some surfing some high badwidth site, some may be surfing porn, some watching streaming videos.. and i think almost ALL on MSN MESSENGER.. &lt;strong&gt;CONLAN7FIRM lag la!&lt;/strong&gt; and according to my roommte Inti supposedly invested like 20 million or sth like that on the internet facilities or sth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now it's like i can only get great connection at the odd hours.. like from 2am onwards.. crappy stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;neways.. will update on my classes tomoro... gtg sleep now.. later at 4am, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAN U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; v &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arsenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113630528004703645?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113630528004703645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113630528004703645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113630528004703645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113630528004703645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2006/01/punk-ferry-corsten.html' title='Punk - Ferry Corsten'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113552278732013818</id><published>2005-12-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:35:11.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason (Kareema Remix) - Diamond</title><content type='html'>( the song of the day today, damn good wei.. hahaha.. i duno why.. i like it.. :D vocal trance rocksss.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is time supposed to go so fast? a couple of blinks and there goes 2005.. does anyone feel the same way? they always say time passes fast only when you're having a great time.. somehow, i beg to differ on that idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah... will update again when i have more ideas la.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL! &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113552278732013818?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113552278732013818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113552278732013818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113552278732013818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113552278732013818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/12/reason-kareema-remix-diamond.html' title='Reason (Kareema Remix) - Diamond'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113532888567002563</id><published>2005-12-23T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:08:09.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photograph - Nickelback</title><content type='html'>these past few days have been hard. it has been a tiring, and emotional wrecking journey that i would rather not encounter ever again.. i've been plagued by the problems.. problems that in the end would require me to make decisions that i don't know if i'm prepared to make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of these problems stem from my education.. now that i think i'm 99% sure that i'm going to leave taylor's.. i don't know where to go.. with the new year just around the corner.. what, just a little more than a week away, i have to make my decisions quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. maybe to some of my friends now, my results seem kinda okay. a lot of them are looking to pass, some just getting more than average will do just fine. but i don't know.. maybe it's because i've been living and growing up in the pressurized environment that makes me wanna achieve so much more.. recently, i got back my results from my last semester in taylor's.. and i got a measly B-, C-, and yet another C-.. and in the end, pulling my CGPA down to 2.45 from 2.75 from a maximum of 4. when i was at 2.75, i remember telling myself that i should buck up, and try my hardest not to dissapoint my parents and also, more importantly, my own expectations.. but i failed, &lt;strong&gt;miserably&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the beginning it was okay. then it all began to sink. everything that i promised myself suddenly didn't mean anything to me. i don't know why it happened, or that i &lt;strong&gt;wanted&lt;/strong&gt; it to happen, but it just disappeared.. i was forsaking my education to pursue something that all teens want.. &lt;em&gt;Fun and Freedom&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;it's not that i didn't realise this early also.. i DID. but still, i did nothin to stop my turmulous descent to educational dysfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only after my exams, &lt;em&gt;when it was &lt;strong&gt;evident&lt;/strong&gt; that it was already too late&lt;/em&gt;, did i begin to realise that this can't do. i can't go on like this flushing down my parents money down the toilet. then i began to trace down the roots of my problem.. in the beginning, i thought it was the surroundings i was in.. for example, in taylor's, i think it was common knowledge that people who wanted to look for me, the first place they had to look was either in class, or &lt;strong&gt;Rack&lt;/strong&gt;. most of the time, it was the&lt;em&gt; latter&lt;/em&gt;.. so it was pool which was slowly pulling my attention that i had placed for my education.. then i also thought it couldn't be only that which was ruining my education. then i thought that maybe it could be the peers i mix with. could it be? why not.. after all, it is common knowledge that a teenager's personality and self identity would inadvertly be decided on the people you mix with.. could it be that because i was starting to go clubbing, or come home late at night? could it be that i was placing a bigger importance on pleasing my friends, and fulfilling their requests that i go out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, it was only obvious that the only reason i've been getting all this horrendous results was plain and simple : &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;. i had no one to blame but myself and my lack of discipline. after all, thinking about it, the power to be devoid of all these problems rested on whether i had the sense to forget about pool and focus more on my education.. it also rested on my sensibility on deciding whether i should or should not go out, or spend time with my friends when the numerous appointments with my books haven't been met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's me who has to change.. and i seriously and truly want to change. i realise my mistakes and the age old adage that it's never too late to learn has made my will to succeed even stronger. all i want is to please myself with the results that i can be proud of.. and be the person my parents would want.. although people might come and tell me that it's my life to live and that my parents should accept who i am.. i still feel that how i am right now is not right.. my upbringing might be the reason this is.. and i want my parents to be proud to have a son like me. the sacrifices my parents have made for me.. their wishes of happiness and success for me have made me realise that i shouldn't, i &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; be that selfish to put my happiness through FUN AND GAMES in front. after all, what they want is the best for me.. it is my mother's wish to see at least one of her son's come back overseas with a degree and i'm determined that it be me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, my parents want me to go to Inti, Nilai to further my studies and in a years time, transfer to America to study.. but i don't know why.. the first and only time i had a visit to their campus in nilai, i had a sorta bad impression or a &lt;em&gt;gut feeling&lt;/em&gt; that i was never going to fit in there.. today i had went through almost 3 hours of constant pressure from my mother and my aunt to ask me to give it a try there.. but what if i really can't acclimatise myself there? in the end, i would be again, dissapointing them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now.. i am thinking to take the MUFY from sunway college.. although i have heard from numerous friends that it is undeniabl the hardest of foundations from most colleges, i'm determined to try and succeed. and after the one year there, go over to australia for 3 years to complete my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin is decided though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the second part of my story.. for a long part of my life.. i've always been the person who hides my feelings.. who casts a mask over myself in reality.. in the eyes of my friends, i can be described as someone who is lively, who is very friendly, the typical extrovert you may say.. deep down inside.. i've always told myself not to be a burden to ANYONE at all.. that's why i always try to stay happy.. to stay worry free.. so that no one would worry about me.. so that no one would even cast a thought about me.. i didn't want to be a selfish person who would occupy anyone's thoughts when they could have better things to think about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in these few months, that has been increasingly hard to do.. the constant pressure exerted by these hidden and untouched emotions have been slowly inching their ugly faces out.. these angry, sad, and well, generally negative emotions kept boiling in myself until sometimes i just feel like.. doing the worst to myself.. jsut to let some of the steam out.. it's hard to dsecribe, that feeling.. i guess, the limit to keeping all that emotion has been met a long time ago.. and now it hasn't anywhere to go, besides me showing them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ask myself.. why do you put yourself through this pain? why? i guess it's become part of my life.. i do it without knowing.. it's second nature i would say after doing it over and over again for such a long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i don't have those occasional bursts of rage and anger.. i still feel sad most of the times these days.. and there are only a couple of things that truly and genuinely make me happy.. these things are like the jewels in my life because they're so hard to come by.. everytime i'm engaging myself in these activities, it's like a different me.. i can smile and sometimes laugh to myself.. (i know it sounds like i'm a crazy maniac..) it just truly releases me from the anger and the burden held up inside me.. as of me typing now.. i can only name one thing that can make me happy to that extent.. [&lt;em&gt;won't be naming it here though. &lt;/em&gt;:D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. let's just make things short here.. wouldn't wanna bore you with all the details.. but then.. the decision i have to make &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; have a negative effect on this one thing i treasure most in my life at the moment.. yes.. it could dissapear.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113532888567002563?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113532888567002563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113532888567002563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113532888567002563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113532888567002563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/12/photograph-nickelback.html' title='Photograph - Nickelback'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113516045268272454</id><published>2005-12-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:37:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary People - John Legend</title><content type='html'>tragic tragic life i live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drowning myself in the wails of madness that goes on deep in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begone, wretched feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time has arrived. no more pain. no more suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to mv to catch king kong yesterday.. the movie was kinda okay actually.. although there were some parts where it was kinda evident they were using a blue background to film.. hahah.. kinda not something you expect in a movie that cost $203 million. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;woke up at around ermm.. 10 cuz of sabs call! grrr.. hahaha.. then couldn't go back to sleep adi.. had some funny feeling about my stomach then.. it was kinda like the cross between i'm hungry but i feel super full type of feelings.. dunno la.. at around 130 left home to &lt;em&gt;fly&lt;/em&gt; all the way to PJ to fetch sabs and kel to mv.. thanks to the wonders of my great memmory and &lt;strong&gt;Google Earth &lt;/strong&gt;i was able to find their place without much hassle.. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MV WAS SO PACKED! &lt;/strong&gt;i mean the outside la.. on a tuesday even.. omggg.. it's become somewhat a hassle to drive to these types of places.. anyways.. 20 minutes later, we found a parking spot. THANK GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then met up with moon yee, her cousin (whose name i didn't get. :p ), julia and cheese. watched the movie and went for dinner at kim gary. as a result of my overturned stomach i didn't eat anything, just had &lt;em&gt;yin yong ice&lt;/em&gt; to drink. stayed there and chatted for 2+ hours then went a lil shopping in topshop where ju bought a blue top while i stared green with envy of people who were able to shop at quiksilver. &lt;strong&gt;T.T&lt;/strong&gt; took pictures after that and then we went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmmm.. the day was alright i would say. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113516045268272454?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113516045268272454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113516045268272454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113516045268272454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113516045268272454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/12/ordinary-people-john-legend.html' title='Ordinary People - John Legend'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113490623502909204</id><published>2005-12-18T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:40:54.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cream - Blank &amp; Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;deleted &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113490623502909204?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113490623502909204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113490623502909204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113490623502909204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113490623502909204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/12/cream-blank-jones.html' title='Cream - Blank &amp; Jones'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113466495850059459</id><published>2005-12-16T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T00:48:41.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lover After Me - Savage Garden</title><content type='html'>hahaa.. scoured the internet and came across some kinda interesting webbies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quitspeed.com/"&gt;The Quit Smoking Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;basically a site on how to quit smoking.. hahaha.. i like the picture where it tells you how smokers quit smoking.. &lt;strong&gt;COLD TURKEY IS #1&lt;/strong&gt;. omg. is it true? try it this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; and see k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another one..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homokaasu.org/gematriculator/"&gt;The Gematriculator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/GOODBLOG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cute huh? just put your address in, and it somehow counts the... oh, go figure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wow.. today i went to enquire on my future education.. and OMFG.. &lt;strong&gt;nottingham is friggin bloody huge wei!&lt;/strong&gt; hahahahaa.. i was so friggin inpressed.. out of a 10, i give the place a 8. why? cuz it's new, the first impression really lasts, security was a lil bit mafan la.. but mafan means good security right? there's like a big lake in front of the campus (not that it matters la, but i'm just mentioning it), the offices and the administration buildings were really something expected of a new place (it opened only in august this year), spotless and modern, the outer facade of the building is the epitome of the word: &lt;strong&gt;WOW&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i guess, the only drawback was the bloody &lt;strong&gt;distance!&lt;/strong&gt; friggin far man.. imagine, from taman bukit teratai, which is like a couple kilometres from pandan indah la, nottingham was like &lt;strong&gt;friggin fifty-four kilometers man.&lt;/strong&gt; and it's not all highway distances. we had to go through some &lt;em&gt;kampung type trunk roads&lt;/em&gt; and all.. to exemplify: you can see buffalos grazing the fields on your sides. O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so in conclusion, the trip was good. so if i were to study there, i would be staying there. travelling everyday up and down that road, even though i'm not driving.. it's just not gonna happen. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113466495850059459?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113466495850059459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113466495850059459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113466495850059459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113466495850059459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/12/lover-after-me-savage-garden.html' title='Lover After Me - Savage Garden'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113448504786200497</id><published>2005-12-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T22:47:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synaesthesia (En-Motion Mix) - The Thrillseekers</title><content type='html'>arrghh.. this stupid writer's block has been so bugging me.. i really have no idea on what to write about anymore.. it's more like i've lost my way of life.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. just an update on my life la.. this past weekend and the friday before that has been the absolute bomb man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;night to look forward to!!! &lt;strong&gt;Armin van Buuren @ Zouk!!&lt;/strong&gt; got to zouk at around like 11 and OMGKNNCCB it was so friggin packed man.. SO MANY PPL WERE LINING UP LIKE IT WAS SOME RAVE PARTY!! O.o so we were like &lt;em&gt;how TF are we getting in man..&lt;/em&gt; luckily the gods were looking down upon us and johnson knows the manager there and we got to skip the "at-least 400 metre line". THANK GOD! &lt;strong&gt;thanks johnson! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got in and found it ........... kinda empty. hahahaa.. everyone was outside lining up.. wahaha.. i felt so good getting in so early.. hehe.. so it was like 1130 and the resident DJ was playing.. overall he played quite a good set i would say.. nice house music.. (i only enjoy house music in a club.. only they have the bass to make house music work for me.. hehe) he played a few tracks which i heard b4 but just couldn't put my finger on to remember the name.. Z noticed too.. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;at around 1220, &lt;strong&gt;AvB&lt;/strong&gt; came man!! everyone was like went ballistic. hahaha.. typical of a Dj, he played a few tracks which were absolutly new.. never heard of em' before.. but still.. GREAT FUCKING MUSIC MAN! and i was lucky enough to be right in front of him when he was playing his set.. and really just feelin the music throughout the 2+ hours i heard him play.. and overall i would rate his set a 9/10.. friggin good stuff wei... hahaha.. it's like you hear him play.. or i would say any other Dj in the top 10 in the world.. and you can actually see the obvious difference between them and the resident Djs.. it's like what Z said, "&lt;em&gt;they know what they're playing&lt;/em&gt;" and also.. it's their own songs that they're playing.. one funny incident happened though.. a hardcore fan was like screaming for him to sign his 3 albums that he brought.. and i saw one of them was titled &lt;strong&gt;TIESTO&lt;/strong&gt;.. i was like "&lt;strong&gt;OMFGBBQKNNCCB!!!??? what the hell are you doing???&lt;/strong&gt;" hahaha.. but even funnier.. armin just laughed it off and signed it anyways.. hehehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in the end.. before i went off, i shook his hand la. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/365/320/Image180.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thereafter, we headed back to johnson's place.. stopped by for some CUM-li burgers.. OMFG.. they &lt;strong&gt;Suck&lt;/strong&gt;.. hahaha.. don't eat there.. it's the burger stall near 7-11 in ampang.. near the SPCA.. but then again, it was a good night.. so i wasn't in the mood to be unhappy.. hehe.. in the end, spent the night in Jem's hse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;following day.. after sleeping at 530am and waking at 1230, i was of course, a little blur la.. luckily didn't drink much the night before.. hehe.. proceeded to follow jem and his dad to go car hunting.. then on, followed him to cheras to have his hair cut.. then went to have dinner with Sv, Z and N2, haiming, and Jem @ kaki corner in cheras.. and then went to atmos@12SI to celebrate Jess aka &lt;em&gt;Bangali&lt;/em&gt;'s birthday.. hehehe.. reached there and met up with romel and then proceeded in.. hmm.. it was kinda okay la.. nothin much to do in atmos anymore.. it's already kinda boring.. haihzz.. but then, wanted to go la.. cuz it was my weekend off.. heheh.. aki came along like at 1.. and OMG, just because he &lt;em&gt;felt&lt;/em&gt; like it.. opened a bottle of Chivas for us.. and he didn't know jess, doesn't know it's his bday.. how good is that wei. THX Aki. :D so then at 220, went to *pop* with haiming.. took 5 each.. that really got a little light headed la.. was supposed to follow jem back home at 130 wan.. but then.. cuz i wanted to pop, so stayed on till after 2 la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;atmos closed at 3 as usual and then we were all wondering what to do and where to go.. (btw, jess was super wasted la.. :D bday boy, nvm la. hehe.) then, the word &lt;strong&gt;GENTING&lt;/strong&gt; sprang up out of nowhere. hahahahahah.. and then, at almost 4 in the morning, we decided to go to Genting. nice one la. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the funny thing was. when we reached genting.. a lot of ppl were half asleep.. haha.. and had lost the feel to go yum cha.. so where to go now? DIM SUM @ connaught! hahaha.. i was like.. oh, okayyyyyyy.. hahaha.. but then.. ervin didn't really want to go, cuz he was like super sleepy.. haha.. and so was I.. so we went back to ervin's place la.. reached at 7 in the morning.. then still couldn't go have my rest.. all wanted to go eat breakfast.. hahahaha... i was like.. want mehh.. but ok la.. let's go eat.. chee cheong fun.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after eat.. OMG. i fell asleep in the room in 1.5 seconds. until nick came along and stole half my matress space. ^&amp;$(&amp;amp;#*$)@ in the end, only slept 3 hours.. claustrophobia setting in.. the rest of the day was uneventful ler.. nothin much happened.. (btw, they woke up at 9pm. hahahaha.. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;nothin much happened on monday.. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113448504786200497?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113448504786200497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113448504786200497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113448504786200497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113448504786200497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/12/synaesthesia-en-motion-mix.html' title='Synaesthesia (En-Motion Mix) - The Thrillseekers'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113377653709782700</id><published>2005-12-05T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:55:37.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HP IS BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same old number, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those who know me on MSN or my hp number..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindly tell me your contact numbers again via sms or IM. thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113377653709782700?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113377653709782700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113377653709782700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113377653709782700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113377653709782700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/12/announcement.html' title='Announcement.'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113367828850489826</id><published>2005-12-04T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T14:38:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Cola - Savage Garden</title><content type='html'>sorry for the hiatus lately everyone! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first! College is bloody over!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind's pretty empty.. block!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113367828850489826?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113367828850489826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113367828850489826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113367828850489826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113367828850489826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/12/cherry-cola-savage-garden.html' title='Cherry Cola - Savage Garden'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113310057334819453</id><published>2005-11-27T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:09:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime I Look At You - Il Divo</title><content type='html'>for those people out there who love emo songs.. this is definitely one to &lt;strong&gt;dload illegally&lt;/strong&gt;.. oops! hahaha.. well, if you're me then you will la.. i guess this song rekindled my love for songs that are.. ermm.. sung by ppl with powerful voices.. eg: &lt;em&gt;josh groban&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, this song is like.. kinda opera-&lt;em&gt;ish&lt;/em&gt; la.. and i enjoy singing these songs.. haha.. funny how i don't find other people my age who enjoy these songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first person who shared the same interests with me in this ermm, rare genre of singing was my music teacher, Ms. Renee.. and she persuaded me to sing &lt;em&gt;Vincent by Josh Groban&lt;/em&gt; during the skool's open day.. haha.. i think i did okay la on that day.. ahha.. maybe went a note off during the high ending part.. *bluek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back on that day.. i remember myself being like.. &lt;strong&gt;UBER &lt;/strong&gt;nervous man.. haha.. i was so nervous i wanted to cancel the thing like 10 mins before time.. but i went with it... because my music teacher went and forced me la.. and she had to go in front of the audience and go fabricate my past to them.. and i quote: "&lt;em&gt;Up next, we have one of the music club's student, Eric Wong, waiting to present to you a song called Vincent sung by Josh Groban. Now ladies and gentlemen, Eric came to this school when he was in Standard 1 and if you ask many of his teachers he was a very very shy boy.. and was very terrified to go on stage to perform. But 10 years later, we now have a different Eric, one who is confident enough to perform for you all here today. Eric? You're up.." &lt;/em&gt;as if i wasn't nervous enough, she HAD to go tell them that i'm now confident.. hahaha.. make me more pressure.. hahaha.. but it was all in good fun la.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. these few weeks, my trance lurrving self has been MIA la.. (&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;issing &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;n &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ction) somehow went for a vacation somewhere without asking for leave.. hahahahaha.. and in it's absence, my emo and meaningful song lurrving side returned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i feel like a special bond towards these songs.. like how i relate them to many of my past experiences.. it's like, when i hear EVERY single one of these songs i can think back to a certain period or a certain happening in my life.. be it in my relationships, or my friend's relationships, something wrong that i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these songs include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everytime I Look At You - Il Divo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ordinary People - John Legend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heaven Knows - Rick Price&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right Here Waiting For You - Richard Marx&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Don't Know Much, But I Know I Love You - Aaron Neville &amp; Linda Ronstadt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You - Savage Garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Truly Madly Deeply - Savage Garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm Walking Away - Craig David&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You Raised Me Up - Josh Groban&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Prayer - Josh Groban &amp;amp; Charlotte Church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oceano - Josh Groban (Italian Song)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;there you have it.. top 12 emo songs by Eric.. hahahaha.. top 12 that i can remember now la.. hahah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can't get enough of these songs... i'm open to other recommendations yeah! tell meeeee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113310057334819453?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113310057334819453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113310057334819453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113310057334819453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113310057334819453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/11/everytime-i-look-at-you-il-divo.html' title='Everytime I Look At You - Il Divo'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113301798821699172</id><published>2005-11-26T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T23:17:11.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life - Yui</title><content type='html'>haha.. yes.. the same title as yesterday's post.. haha.. i'm THAT in love with that song.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.. it's like i feel so lazy to do anything these couple of weeks.. out of the 3 weeks, i have 9 days of college, and i think i only went for 4 days.. skipped the rest.. can you believe that? i can't really believe how i've transformed from this ermm.. kinda good boy to this &lt;em&gt;kaki-ponteng&lt;/em&gt; ass.. well, i still manage to maintain my results la.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, it's really true that i can't discipline myself to refrain from all the distractions subang has to offer.. guess it's &lt;strong&gt;nottingham, semenyih&lt;/strong&gt; then.. hehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;warning: all about pool today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today i entered my first ever &lt;strong&gt;pool competition&lt;/strong&gt; hosted by The Rack Cafe.. hahaha.. well, i expected to be out in the first round.. but then.. haha.. i was lucky my form was not bad today.. could place the cueball well, could pot the balls well, combo shots were not bad.. the only thing was my &lt;em&gt;banks&lt;/em&gt; were not as good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first round was a guy named &lt;strong&gt;ho&lt;/strong&gt; from UTS.. i asked him how long has he been playing pool and he replied that he started snooker since form 4.. and i thought to myself.. &lt;em&gt;that pretty much says everything cuz snooker is all about accuracy since the tables are HUMUNGOUS.. not to mention the small balls and holes.. hmmm.. kla.. time to shake hands and concede la.. :D.. &lt;/em&gt;then i remembered what bryan said when i was playing snooker with him.. he said that you always have to think positively.. and things will MOST PROBABLY come your way.. and so i took his word and thought positively..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and the first rack was pure shit.. hahah.. i missed so many long range shots cuz i was trying to spin the cueball to get back placing for the next object ball.. (for those not pool-literate, placing and potting the balls are the most important things in pool. or snooker. :D) so he won the first rack, conclusively.. making some exquisite shots, expected by a snooker player.. i kept that positive thought in my mind.. and my pool got better.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the final score? &lt;strong&gt;5-3&lt;/strong&gt;. i won! hahahah.. was damn happy la.. past my expectations liao.. so okay la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;next opponent was not easy man.. arrghh.. have to get &lt;strong&gt;bernard&lt;/strong&gt;.. hahaha.. bernard is one of billy's friend who plays pool also la.. got his gear and all also.. expensive cue (sticks) and bag... plus the gloves.. hahaaa.. (btw, i was using the house cue, or the ermm.. provided cue la.. no money buy my own.. whahhaa..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, long story short.. i lost. :( &lt;strong&gt;5-3&lt;/strong&gt; also. hahah.. i guess i was intimidated by him la.. his shot placing was exquisite.. but his long shots weren't the best.. and i lost because i was kinda nervous la.. i guess i was the youngest there btw.. haha.. (btw, whoever won that match was about to face the no.8 pool player in malaysia.. so both ways was fucked.. hahah. for the record, bernard lost 5-3 to the m'sia fella also..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then i found out that the losers of each round had a second chance to play.. i was happy.. hahaha.. then my opponent, &lt;strong&gt;andy&lt;/strong&gt; came up to me, shook my hand, and we played.. first impressions, he was GOOD! i was like &lt;em&gt;ham-kau-7 lo.. hahaha.. lose again la..&lt;/em&gt; then played.. and he won the first rack.. and i got even more scared.. (now thinkin of it.. WHY THE FUCK WAS I SCARED!! I'M THE YOUNG ONE.. I SHD BE THE UNDERDOG.. &lt;strong&gt;THEY&lt;/strong&gt; SHD BE SCARED OF LOSING TO A YOUNGER OPPONENT!!) hahaha.. but then i got a break.. he missed the &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; ball.. and like magic, i found my form and "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sau&lt;/strong&gt; cue&lt;/em&gt;" as the chinese call it.. haha.. i got back my confidence.. then i continued to notice his style of play.. and i found out he's like average in everything.. placing, shotmaking, stroking.. so i grew in confidence also la.. then on the 6 ball, i made a mistake.. i gave myself sight on the 6 ball, but no shot whatsoever cuz the 9-ball was practically sticking to it.. so the only choice i had was to try and get the right angle and try the combo shot.. (in pool, if you get the 9-ball potted in a combo shot, you win the rack straight away) so i did, and i GOT IT! hahaa.. it was a fucking hard shot.. believe me.. i really stood there looking at the angles for like 4 minutes.. hahahaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then my form began to fade away.. and i missed like 70% of my shots.. and in the end, i lost &lt;strong&gt;5-3&lt;/strong&gt; again.. arrrgghh!! and i had the chance to win it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;knnccb!! i had like 2 racks where i missed the 9-ball and he took the rack for free.. then the last rack, he &lt;em&gt;kai-ed&lt;/em&gt; the 9 ball.. haihzzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh well, it was all good fun in the end.. would join again in the future.. haha.. and got like LOTSA sui yees there man.. hahahaha.. next time get free pool.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113301798821699172?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113301798821699172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113301798821699172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113301798821699172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113301798821699172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-yui_26.html' title='Life - Yui'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113292654065235897</id><published>2005-11-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:33:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life - Yui</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 287px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6oSV2Qorhsg" width="377" height="287" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i'm so into this song right noww.. hahhaa.. and the singer's kinda cute la.. :D doesn't look japanese but she is..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113292654065235897?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113292654065235897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113292654065235897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113292654065235897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113292654065235897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-yui.html' title='Life - Yui'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113267441829401357</id><published>2005-11-22T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:46:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Madly Deeply - Savage Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay! it's official! i'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;quitting&lt;/span&gt; alcohol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;hahahahahahaha.. i hate the feeling of pei liao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: i'm not actually gonna QUIT la.. but like drink less than THAT night.. hehehee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO sorry about the hiatus.. been so busy and crappy lately.. can't sit down and type a decent entry.. stay tuned la.. perhaps i'll do a trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113267441829401357?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113267441829401357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113267441829401357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113267441829401357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113267441829401357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/11/truly-madly-deeply-savage-garden.html' title='Truly Madly Deeply - Savage Garden'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113145832597678603</id><published>2005-11-08T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:12:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airscape - Armin van Buuren ft. Robyn Hitchcock</title><content type='html'>what is it with &lt;strong&gt;harry potter&lt;/strong&gt;?? i mean, yes, i agree the books are a great example of a vivid imagination, but that's about it to me.. so why the cult-ish following?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. one of the things listed in popular online auction site &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;bay&lt;/em&gt;, ladies and gentlemen, may i present to you, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;golden snitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; your's for only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;₤1250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;get yours now so you don't get dissapointed! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i18.ebayimg.com/02/i/04/f7/3a/a7_12_sb.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="425" alt="get the snitch!" src="http://i18.ebayimg.com/02/i/04/f7/3a/a7_12_sb.JPG" width="367" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;might i also add that this special product is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st&lt;/span&gt; out of 50&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LIMITED EDITION BALLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. i mean snitch.. hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113145832597678603?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113145832597678603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113145832597678603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113145832597678603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113145832597678603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/11/airscape-armin-van-buuren-ft-robyn.html' title='Airscape - Armin van Buuren ft. Robyn Hitchcock'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113137600787893873</id><published>2005-11-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:06:47.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Del Mar - Paul Oakenfold</title><content type='html'>just droppin by to say that i'm healthy, though a little drained from my college work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tomoro.. and i'm going to &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;con-LAN-firm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; sad case la me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113137600787893873?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113137600787893873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113137600787893873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113137600787893873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113137600787893873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/11/cafe-del-mar-paul-oakenfold.html' title='Cafe Del Mar - Paul Oakenfold'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113094486825114153</id><published>2005-11-02T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:21:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar, We're Going Down - Fall Out Boys</title><content type='html'>was my dad's birthday yesterday.. and my mum wanted to go shop or windown shopping to be exact for the new furniture in the future new hse.. so we went to ikea lo.. omg.. just the size of the friggin place like ermm.. hit me.. haha.. i &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;forgot how massive the place is.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after the usual &lt;em&gt;oohh, this looks cute&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;omg, this is so pretty!!!&lt;/em&gt;we proceded to get our tummies filled la.. hahahaa... what a pleasant surprise.. i sat down.. after like scanning the crowd, i saw a woman who looked SUPER FAMILIAR.. hahaha.. turns out to be the restaurant owner of the place i sometimes frequent for breakfast.. haha.. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Peppercorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; auntie.. hahaha.. what a surprise.. but that was the least of it.. then proceeded to line up to order my food lo.. was busy minding my own business.. then i look in front.. hmmmmm.. i noticed a guy la.. (not that i'm gay or anything!!!!) and he was quite built.. ermm.. but wearing like the fisherman's cap.. like where the shade part goes all round the cap?? yeah.. well, he looked mix la.. so i took another glance from a different angle.. and lo and behold. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Joey G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA... funny.. i wanted to like go over to him and talk to him.. hahahahhaa.. then i noticed his tray, it had 2 cans of lemon tea.. so i suppose he brought a  friend la.. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world can be so small.. hahaha..everyone is like so crazy over him man! hahaha.. especially most of my girl friends.. haha.. he has some invisible magnet power la i guess.. but the strangest thing is that i've seen him like.. ermm.. i think 3 times liao.. like in normal life.. hahahhaa.. just like out of the blue *poof* hey! it's joey g! hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just felt like telling this anomaly to the world... hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113094486825114153?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113094486825114153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113094486825114153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113094486825114153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113094486825114153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/11/sugar-were-going-down-fall-out-boys.html' title='Sugar, We&apos;re Going Down - Fall Out Boys'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113091053444778085</id><published>2005-11-02T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:53:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of Our Lives - Paul van Dyk</title><content type='html'>nothin to blog these few days.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;arrghhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;stuuuuupidd&lt;/strong&gt; blogger's block!!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, here's a peek into my desktop.. full of stuff i know.. hehe.. will clear in a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, nice or not, my skin for my start menu?? hahha.. called window blinds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dloaded a &lt;strong&gt;LOOOONG&lt;/strong&gt; time ago.. but since i reformatted, didn't bother.. then now wanted to change how it looks.. so here it is! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/MyDesktop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="wooo! nice or nott.. hahahaaha" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/MyDesktop.jpg" width="350" border="0" target="_blank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113091053444778085?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113091053444778085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113091053444778085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113091053444778085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113091053444778085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/11/time-of-our-lives-paul-van-dyk.html' title='Time of Our Lives - Paul van Dyk'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113073399070749698</id><published>2005-10-31T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T14:29:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Security Prank</title><content type='html'>found yet another prank call online.. hahahaa.. damn funny wei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the funniest thing is that at the end of the clip, they say that the same person's been pranked twice by the same radio station and by more or less the same concept.. haha.. &lt;strong&gt;TWICE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed name="mediaplayer1" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" src="http://zero.uselessjunk.org/videos/c8-29114351986.wav" width="370" height="70" type="application/x-mplayer2" controller="true" loop="0" transparentstart="1" autostart="false" enablecontextmenu="false" showstatusbar="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;please be informed this clip is again contains expletives. viewer discretion advised. hahaha.. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;edit: i found this funny picture as well.. says it all.. hahahahahahhaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/365/320/Bush.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113073399070749698?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113073399070749698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113073399070749698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113073399070749698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113073399070749698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/social-security-prank.html' title='Social Security Prank'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-113024390395173971</id><published>2005-10-25T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:56:42.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photograph - Nickelback</title><content type='html'>heard this song on &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/alllyy"&gt;alllyy's blog&lt;/a&gt;.. you know those types of songs that you do hear and find it catchy, but that's about it.. you don't have the intention of downloading or following up?? haha.. this is one of those songs to me.. i first heard it in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rack cafe&lt;/span&gt; while i was playing pool.. found myself listening to the rhythm, and liking it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, went blog surfing.. and took a while, but it finally loaded and played in alllyy's blog.. so as i was reading her post, the catchy tune caught my attention again.. the more i listened, the more i liked it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, after listening and thinking properly, i feel that i would be saying those words one day.. i found the lyrics &lt;strong&gt;ESPECIALLY&lt;/strong&gt; meaningful.. it's about a guy who looks at his old photographs and thinks back on the occasions when he took them.. meaningful events, such as his happy days, his homeland, his school, the fun innocence he experience when he was little, then his love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days i've been so immersed in trance and dance music that i've begun to lose sight of songs that really have true meaning.. songs that really relate to our lives, just like this one.. this really is a song that i can sing my whole life.. officially my favourite song now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to think of it.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;memories are so important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. in my opinion, they're the driving force behind our lives.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;without memories from our past, we wouldn't know how to live the future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i've had my share of good and bad memories.. as i took another step in my life by entering college, i closed the chapter on an eventful childhood.. the baby steps towards my adulthood has shown me that life is now &lt;strong&gt;COMPLETELY&lt;/strong&gt; different..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like you wanna forget everything bad that has ever happened to you? ever felt like you wanted to erase that moment of negativeness in yourself? don't. thinking about it.. think with me here.. don't you think that bad memories are just as important as good ones? however painful, however difficult to swallow, the truth is just that.. i know this sounds somewhat far fetched to some ppl and &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE&lt;/strong&gt; this is only applicable to me, but this is how i feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for one to choose between the 2, of course good memories prevail.. good memories are the things that keep you going.. that keep the flame of life burning.. and i've had my share.. plenty of them.. my friends, my family, the births of my cousins (babies always bring a smile to my face.. [but not when they ermm.. take a shit.. teeheee..]) and also my ex-gfs.. i think the happiest moment in my life was when my gfs and I officially got together and the limited times we shared.. i mean, those memories are the ones to cherish.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the ones to put a smile to your face when you're down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories last a lifetime.. you guys wanna know something? i have thought of suicide. there was a time, when i felt that the pressure of just merely existing was too much for me to bear.. when my studies were plummetting, me and my parents were not in good terms at all, i still hadn't gotten over my ex, and a host of other small issues bundled together creating a giant ball of anger and frustration building inside of me.. i really had thoughts of no longer existing.. i thought the reason why i felt that way was because i didn't wanna burden those around me.. my friends, my parents.. i was ashamed to be their son, i felt like i was outcasted frm my friends.. but in reality, deep down i knew that the real reason why i wanted to end my life was because i couldn't even stand myself.. i couldn't look in the mirror and said i was useless.. it didn't help that i'm the type of person that always keeps everything, every single bad and negative emotion inside, hiding all my anger and slowly building them up.. to some of you, this might seem cheapo and too little to be contemplating suicide, but it was sure as &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt; enuff for me.. (pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a fool. a fool who didn't think. a fool who was a selfish brat. who only thought of himself.. then came the memories.. memories are the reason i'm still here typing.. both the good and bad ones.. bad memories which i wanted to repair, and good memories which i wanted to repeat all kept me here.. i might seem farfetched writing this but this is the truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i believed. i believed that there was going to be better times. and indeed, it came. i found my friends again.. i found the answer to releasing my ex.. i found that life is much more than mulling over my studies, pleasing my family, pleasing myself.. it was also about filling the lives of other people.. people who enjoyed my company.. people who wanted to be with me, who loved me.. then i thought about all this if i hadn't knocked some common sense back into me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have one of the closest knit friendships a person could have and i wonder what both parties could be missing out.. i have also a closely knitted family and i wonder how would life be without me.. a lot less quieter and sadder i would say.. then i also think about my ex and me.. though short, our relationship was full of eventful times, times i won't forget, and times i would love to forget but i won't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there.. &lt;strong&gt;memories&lt;/strong&gt;, my true saviour from doom. to all who i know, preserve your memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(fuck man.. why has this post turned into an emo thing??? hahahhaa.. and ironically, i'm doing a survey on suicide now.. :P )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: &lt;em&gt;omggg.. i just remembered a song i wanted to download.. the first time i heard it, i felt super like.. ermm.. touched? it's such a good love song.. &lt;strong&gt;John Legend - Ordinary People&lt;/strong&gt;. it might be old la.. i'm not sure when it came out.. i heard it only recently.. really meaningful songs.. this is dedicated to all couples reading this that sometimes hate their bf/gf.. most of the times have fights.. take it slow man..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-113024390395173971?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/113024390395173971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=113024390395173971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113024390395173971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/113024390395173971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/photograph-nickelback.html' title='Photograph - Nickelback'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112990529458412848</id><published>2005-10-21T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:37:18.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shivers - Armin van Buuren</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;211005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;a year has passed since something changed my life.. it never made a year, but still, i won't regret what i did.. what's passed has passed.. and there's no looking back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg.. i seriously swear that yesterday was the day where i literally stuffed myself silly.. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, jeremy, Sv, &lt;a href="http://forbiddenzer0.blogspot.com"&gt;Zer0&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/alllyy"&gt;Alllyy&lt;/a&gt;, bryan, joseph and lina all went for the Mc Donald's buffet dinner.. wahahaha.. (&lt;em&gt;yes, it may seem like a dream come true for some of us, and believe me, i was one of them.. wahahhaa.. i had dreams of making mcd's bankrupt.. hehe.. but wait till you fill your stomach like i did ok?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to start at 630 so we reached there like ermm.. 635 pm.. was kinda rush hour for the malays.. so that's like the time where all hell breaks loose around my area.. once we were there, we paid the entry fee and then jumped right in.. it didn't hit me at that time.. but i saw lots of malays already with food in front of them.. like ermm.. predetors casting a watchful eye over their food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to make things short.. in the end i ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 Fillet o' Fish - RM20&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Double Cheeseburger - RM2.50&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2pc Chicken RM6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;18 McNuggets - RM12&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Chocolate Sundaes - RM5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Apple Pies - RM5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Cokes - RM4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;estimated total price of consumed items? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RM54.50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! wahahaha.. that means i made a profit of ermm.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RM35.60&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but, omfg.. that profit came at a price man.. i was so full, you could really see a bulge in my tummy.. a real obvious one as well.. hahahaa..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;crap, today's post isn't that interesting.. i've been having a blogger's block again.. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112990529458412848?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112990529458412848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112990529458412848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112990529458412848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112990529458412848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/shivers-armin-van-buuren.html' title='Shivers - Armin van Buuren'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112964500231916237</id><published>2005-10-18T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:16:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember The Name - Fort Minor</title><content type='html'>the 29th is around the corner.. hehehe.. finally, can go to an event similar to rave again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIT PARTAYYYYYY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; here i comeee!! heheehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here rejoicing, but my mid term's tomoro.. and i still have four chapters to study.. 1, 2, 3 and 4. nice one la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooooooo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112964500231916237?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112964500231916237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112964500231916237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112964500231916237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112964500231916237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/remember-name-fort-minor.html' title='Remember The Name - Fort Minor'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112946267606003590</id><published>2005-10-16T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:37:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusion - Benni Benassi</title><content type='html'>these few days have been a total waste of time on my part.. been just rotting the hours away.. my sociology mid-term exam is coming up on wednesday.. i thought that there was going to be essay questions but luckily i heard there will only be MCQ.. hahah.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;THANK GOD LA FOR THAT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe.. so yeah, i spent saturday and today studying some sociology.. hehe.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miracle?&lt;/span&gt; well, let's just say i want to protect my parent's investments in me.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hype of PMR is over.. thinking back of my time in school, i realise that that part of my life is now over. bad memories, good memories, all have passed and will only now reside as a part of my experiences.. will now only be some bittersweet thoughts when i'm bored.. i remember in form 3 when i was still not as fucked up as i am now.. but still, constantly getting on Pn. Alina's nerves for not doing her &lt;em&gt;karangan.. &lt;/em&gt;remember sometimes getting on mrs. Bashir's nerves as well.. (was really cocky thinking back now.. hehe.. because i simply thought &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my english language skills were more than adequate for form 3 levels&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i also remember that that was the year my heart was crushed for the first time.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i fell out with the closest person in the world to me at that time..&lt;/span&gt; i also remember the teachers having high expectations for me in PMR as well.. in the end, also let them down.. hmmm.. and i'm still here, not learning my lesson.. still frequenting pool centres and hanging out more with friends than my books.. is that right? i know it's not.. but what can i do? really, if you were in my shoes.. i'm literally incapable of correcting my deviant ways.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i guess that my devil conscience still surpases that of my angel side..&lt;/span&gt; hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to think about it.. my life currently is all about things that aren't related to studies.. my life is like going to college, but not to study, instead only to meet friends. i've tried changing.. and it's brought me nothing but guilt. i can't help it.. anyone who know's me can say that.. &lt;em&gt;wah.. eric is the person who really got study wan lo.. &lt;/em&gt;but is it true? i might be better than my friends, but to myself.. my own expectations.. my parent's expectations.. they're all&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;wayyyyyyyy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; below par..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i guess i'll have to buckle up.. it's been ermm.. lemme see... 2 weeks since i last skipped my class.. the teachers have begun to notice that i'm improving in class, but still below average.. this is SO SO not me.. i'm not used to underperforming!! i mean.. i am la.. but not by that big a margin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arrrgghh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw.. ju's party was great.. hehe.. albeit some parts which were a teeny bit boring.. hehe.. and ju, your neighbour is super cute.. wahahahaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/365/320/Dorothy1.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah.. i know.. i look a bit &lt;em&gt;cacated&lt;/em&gt;.. hehe.. cuz of who's camera??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112946267606003590?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112946267606003590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112946267606003590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112946267606003590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112946267606003590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/illusion-benni-benassi.html' title='Illusion - Benni Benassi'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112921342164241401</id><published>2005-10-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T22:23:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonliness - Benassi Mix (DJ Tomcraft)</title><content type='html'>i don't know if i should celebrate this or not... heheehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i had a plan last week.. well, not a plan la.. i was wondering whether i should drop my statistics or not.. you see, i haven't been doing very well in my studies lately.. especially in statistics.. so like monday, i found out that the deadline for dropping subjects was last FRIDAY!!.. i was like.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;omfg la.. nice one la.. now i have to take stats even though i know i'll get like a D or something.. i don't want that! i can't accept that! i'm going to be an actuary! i DEAL every SINGLE DAY with STATISTICS!!! this won't do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so today, i summoned up the courage to meet with the program director.. a german fella la.. seemed kinda nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he allowed me to DROP!!! waahahahahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i got tuesdays and thursdays &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREE OF CLASS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rack, here i come.. (means spending more money on pool...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so SO EUPHORIC!! hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye sunda... hehehe.. but i still have to see you for Business.. fuck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112921342164241401?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112921342164241401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112921342164241401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112921342164241401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112921342164241401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/lonliness-benassi-mix-dj-tomcraft.html' title='Lonliness - Benassi Mix (DJ Tomcraft)'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112911437967417593</id><published>2005-10-12T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:52:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardhouse - Yoji Biomehanika</title><content type='html'>i feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucked up someone's SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112911437967417593?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112911437967417593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112911437967417593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112911437967417593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112911437967417593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/hardhouse-yoji-biomehanika.html' title='Hardhouse - Yoji Biomehanika'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112894492099838037</id><published>2005-10-10T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:10:52.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments - Ayumi Hamasaki</title><content type='html'>today = another fucked up day in the life of eric wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night. before going to sleep, something popped in my head. &lt;strong&gt;EXAM&lt;/strong&gt; OMFG.. hai lat lo!!! but was too sleepy to do anything about it.. so i told myself, &lt;em&gt;fuck it la.. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tomoro reach college also like 8 liddat.. exam at 10.30.. so still can study... okay okay.. study tomoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and i drifted slowly to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following morning (Today) reach college at around 7.45. okay nice. all going to my plan of being a good student FOR ONCE.. then on the way up, met thomas and &lt;strong&gt;fucked up yee wai hai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fabien.. &lt;/em&gt;and i thought to myself, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh my friggin god.. why the fuck must meet them wan.. omfgg.. hai pei lo.. no need study liao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and it turns out, they were skipping the class bryan was taking.. (not a surprise.) and then they PERSUADED bryan not to go class also.. and he agreed! (not a surprise again la..) so i was like.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ham 7 lo.. no need study liao lo.. sure ask me go pui him wan lo.. shit lo my sociology..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sure enuff, i had to pui him and another friend till like 10.10am. i then escaped to follow julia and then we headed to &lt;strong&gt;M floor&lt;/strong&gt; for me to study for at least a lil bit, while julia went online looking at sabrina's picture, sjz's cam whoring, and other girly girly stuff la.. since i thought the exam was going to start at 10.30, i thought, why nto take extra 5 mins to study, and it won't do much harm ma.. ok lo.. so reach my class at 10.35. this was a 30-minute test. so i went up into the class, the teacher was like showing her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; face at me liao.. and that's where it hit me.. &lt;strong&gt;THE BLOODY FRIGGIN EXAM STARTED AT 10.20. I JUST REMEMBERED. THAT MEANT THAT I WAS &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt; MINS LATE. OUT OF &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt; it was already bad enough that i didn't study!! i had to give an advantage or a handicap of half the exam time!! i was like.. OMFGG.. i'm so in deep shit.. and the exam was TOTAL HELL!! haihzz.. i got 10 out of 20 the last time.. i think i'll get 10 or less this time la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the second period came.. the dreaded &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll-fuck-you-up-if-you-don't-do-work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; teacher&lt;/span&gt; came to class and announced, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;okay class, your business test results are in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i was like.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;fuck la.. i got fucked in the first test this morning.. now have to face the test scores of another subject.. shitty day it seems..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;then he gave the papers out la.. i looked at my score.. and to my surprise.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh! i got 74%.. hmmm.. i guess thats.. kinda... okay... hahahaha.. i feel GOOOOODDDD!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;then i glanced over to my left.. my american friend.. name's kevin.. i see his paper.. and lo and behold.. he got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;86%&lt;/span&gt;.. i was like.. aiyoo.. fuck la.. then i glanced to the right.. a girl la.. from my group.. and she got &lt;strong&gt;92%&lt;/strong&gt; man!!!! even the korean boy in front got&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 90%&lt;/span&gt;.. chow chee bai!!... felt so so shitty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was *thank god* fine la... &lt;em&gt;my economics was easy as usual&lt;/em&gt;.. and after that went out with friends.. so okay la.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;strong&gt;the longest yard&lt;/strong&gt; for the 2nd time... funny man the show.. anyone wants the DVD.. lemme know k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112894492099838037?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112894492099838037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112894492099838037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112894492099838037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112894492099838037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/moments-ayumi-hamasaki.html' title='Moments - Ayumi Hamasaki'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112861072766020608</id><published>2005-10-06T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:58:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise - Safri Duo ft Clark Anderson</title><content type='html'>was talking to one of julia's cousin online la.. and then talk till she intro me to another forum called &lt;a href="http://mylanplanet.com"&gt;mylanplanet.com&lt;/a&gt;.. this came up because we were discussing the newest thing among our circle of friends, the &lt;a href="http://blackheavenz.proboards27.com/index.cgi"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Heavenz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; forum! so, back to the point... so she tells me how famous this blog is, how much traffic it gets from the outside world (100k ppl served..) etc etc la.. so i was like kinda impressed la.. then she added that it was fully run by students, for students.. and she said that they did the layout very nicely and all that cock and bull la.. so, curiosity got the best of me and i decided i wanted to check it out la.. so she sent me the address.. when i entered, i was like. i'm not going to farking like this site. turns out it was ALL  mandarin. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subsequently, of course, i turned back to the conversation window and she asked me: &lt;strong&gt;"You do know how to read mandarin right???"&lt;/strong&gt; and i replied: &lt;strong&gt;"NO!"&lt;/strong&gt; then she starts chastising me about me not being proud to be a chinese la, and that i was "those" type of people.. the people who are ashamed of having this nicely coloured skin tone, and having a language that is SO SO difficult to me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got a little ermmm.. dissatisfied on that comment. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, is it true? being a chinese makes it compulsory to learn how to read and write chinese characters and speak chinese dialects? i don't really think so.. i mean, if you can learn them, of course, there wouldn't be any harm. but if you're like me (lazy, lazy, bored at boring stuff, and lazier), you'll find it EXTREMELY difficult to learn it! i mean, IF i was given the exposure when i was young, let's say the age of 3 or 4.. i think i wouldn't even be writing this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many scientists believe that by the age of 10, the linguistic section of our brain slows down, making it difficult to accept more languages. and the younger you are, the easier you can down a whole host of characters of a new language. take my cousin for example. since he was 2 and a hlf years old, his mum has been sending him for classes and stuff. now at the age of 4, he can speak mandarin fluently (albeit the hard words you don't learn in kindergarten la) and he can like read the chinese newspaper. &lt;strong&gt;I MEAN, HOW MANY OF US COULD DO THAT WHEN WE WERE 4???&lt;/strong&gt; (at one time, he even took japanese.. and got till the stage of counting the numbers.. then he quit.) he's now taking bahasa malaysia. :P btw, he really is only 4 and he REALLY is going to kindergarten already. since he was 3 i think. amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not speaking chinese could not possibly mean i'm not proud of being a chinese. from my point of view, being in malaysia, there's like only 4 groups that you'll be born into. the malays, the indians, the chinese and the 'others'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;what i'm saying in the following paragraph does not in anyway represent racial discrimination or acts of hate towards the other races we share this precious motherland with.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like the malays are like.. ermm... i think it would be safe to say that 70% of them are kuraps by nature la. everywhere you go, you see them doing something that is like very dumb and stupid. i mean, how many times have you taken the train, hot and exhausted, wanting a place to sit only to find like 275197 malay kids playing on them. with their 1 mother sitting next to them, totally oblivious to the fact that her children are a public nuisance? KURAP LIKE FUCK IN MY BOOKS! i haven't even started on the rempits.. fuckheads. hope they die doing their stupid superman trick on their ermm.. machine of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the indians. i REALLY REALLY don't mean to be rude.. but it's like ermm.. the impression they have left on the public is that they are a little on the dirty side... not the ideal family i would have liked to be born into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'others'? well, basically being born in the &lt;em&gt;pedalaman&lt;/em&gt; isn't something that i'm very fond of. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the best out of the 4 would have to be chinese lo! i really don't think that i'm disrespectful of my culture because i can't read or write my mother tongue.. after all, i still can speak cantonese, i still can speak a little mandarin, hokkien, hakka.. as well as understand them all. isn't that good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackheavenz.proboards27.com/index.cgi"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Heavenz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is up people! visit, register, and post away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking cock is the speciality, and curses are aplenty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112861072766020608?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112861072766020608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112861072766020608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112861072766020608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112861072766020608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/rise-safri-duo-ft-clark-anderson.html' title='Rise - Safri Duo ft Clark Anderson'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112853866295336102</id><published>2005-10-06T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:34:09.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangla Swear - Ah Beng &amp; Bangla</title><content type='html'>for those who haven't heard the infamous bangla swear, here it is. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0.25em"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed name="mediaplayer1" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" src="http://s2.putfile.com/videos/d3-24814101697.mp3" width="370" height="70" type="application/x-mplayer2" controller="true" loop="0" transparentstart="1" autostart="false" enablecontextmenu="false" showstatusbar="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;edit: &lt;strong&gt;THIS THING IS VERY EXPLICIT. IF YOU HAVE THOSE BIG BIG SPEAKERS AT HOME AND THINK THAT THIS IS SOME NICE AND CUTE COVERSATION BETWEEN TWO FUCKERS, THINK AGAIN. PUT ON SOME HEADPHONES OR KEEP THE VOLUME SOFT. UNLESS YOU'RE FUCKED UP AND YOU WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW IT.. &lt;/strong&gt;hehe.. don't say i didn't warn you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112853866295336102?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112853866295336102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112853866295336102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112853866295336102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112853866295336102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/bangla-swear-ah-beng-bangla.html' title='Bangla Swear - Ah Beng &amp; Bangla'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112851748492587744</id><published>2005-10-05T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:04:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming - Tiesto feat BT</title><content type='html'>Wooo!!!! Ahhaah.. I’ve completed 3 midterm tests, and I’ve got to say, although I didn’t study, I did pretty well I guess.. wahahahhaa.. although the results are not out, I’m feeling kinda confident.. :P (Except for sociology la.. I totally ngam ngam passed only.. fuck. Planned to &lt;em&gt;hanz &lt;/em&gt;that day wan.. pao pang go pui Jeremy.. hehee.. then one of my classmates msged me to tell me that there was a test going on.. and like started 15 mins ago… I was like.. oh fuck man.. Result? 10/20. Nice one la.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But the rest (Economics, and Stats) were kinda okay la.. especially Economics.. wahahahahha.. I fucking love that subject man!! SO SO SIMPLE!!! Hahahahahaa.. Considering I only studied for 15 to 20 mins before the paper.. hahahahaha… Stats also.. but I think I lost like 20 marks la.. hahahahaha.. still 80 isn’t bad right? :P&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hope tomoro will be the same situation la.. I got business. Hahahaa.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fuck you Sunda. If you’re seeing this. Yeah. Fuck you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(PS: Sunda = Ass = Dick = Trance Talking = My Business Lecturer.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112851748492587744?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112851748492587744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112851748492587744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112851748492587744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112851748492587744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/dreaming-tiesto-feat-bt.html' title='Dreaming - Tiesto feat BT'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112844167738932328</id><published>2005-10-05T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T00:01:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethal Industry - Tiesto</title><content type='html'>was reading one of my closest pal's &lt;a href="http://forbiddenzer0.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; la.. and he was going on about relationships and so.. the importance of keeping the flame going.. and I so so agree on what he was saying la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. the main reason why people actually go and devote themselves to a relationship is to actually spend more quality time with their partner.. (as in walking together in shopping malls, going out for nice and romantic candlelight dinners and not to mention cozy cuddles in  front of the fireplace.. well, okay la.. i'm just exaggerating.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i go out, looking at couples all around.. i don't know why.. a real sense of lonliness and sadness surrounds me.. although i try not to think about it, and why i feel that particular way, the reasons are too obvious.. YOU CAN BE TOO INVOLVED. and i do not mean like physically or sexually la.. i mean like getting too attached emotionally.. not to a person, but to the feeling of love itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like being cared for. i like being the apple of someone's eyes. i like the fact that someone out there, a stranger whose existence used to mean nothing to me, is now in love with me, and loves me for who i am. (or for the moment la.) i like the feeling of joyousness when you see the significant other's face light up when you do something thoughtful, something nice. i like the feeling of my own face lighting up, or my heart beating just a few beats faster when a message comes in saying those innocent 3 words. i MISS those feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not to say that i'm desperate also la.. i'm doing fine now.. and i think that in the company of my friends has done nothing to make it worse.. to all my friends out there whom i mix with constantly.. thanks guys (and gals).. and for every mistake i did, everything that i said wrong, every nerve of yours that i got on to, i have to say i.... i.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU LA.. EVERYTHING I DID WAS RIGHT AND FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wahahahahahahaa :P (jokin.. i'm sorry k? wahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm.. but getting back to the topic la.. relationships are like a great addition to anyone's life.. can add maturity by knowing how to care and be responsible towards the feelings of the other party.. can add happiness (if done appropriately..) but can also wreck your life.. mine was almost that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we learn how to stand up.. we learn how to be strong again..&lt;br /&gt;and always remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE COMES AGAIN...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112844167738932328?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112844167738932328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112844167738932328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112844167738932328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112844167738932328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/lethal-industry-tiesto.html' title='Lethal Industry - Tiesto'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112814894582940139</id><published>2005-10-01T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:18:24.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenacious D - Fuck Her Gently</title><content type='html'>Another day in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;paradise&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awoke yesterday to great anticipation that I was finally going to get a pair of shoes I was setting my eyes on. Wahahaha.. Now a proud and boasting owner of a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Puma Racing Shoe&lt;/span&gt;.. hmmmmm.. does it really count as a racing shoe? Hahaha.. oh well, it still looks good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/365/320/IMG_03461.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yin and Yang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/365/320/IMG_03471.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Puma Sponsored. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College was again total bullshit. The economics teacher fucked the hell out of me, citing I didn’t come to class or do my homework as often as he liked.. crap.. I’ll most probably get flunked in my second semester maybe.. I’m so in deep shit if I don’t study... and the test’s next week! I’m just imagining his facial expressions when he sees my exam marks.. which will be like 70% or more la I hope. Hahahah. Therefore, to fulfill my wish to put my good grades in his face, I’ll study and do my homework! (Tomorrow la.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After college, met up with Sv, then went to MidValley. Walked around waiting for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Birthday Boy&lt;/span&gt; to arrive.. was in Ace Hardware when he rang. Said he was outside. Hmmm.. at the back of my mind, was wondering why wasn’t he coming in wan? Hmmmmmmmm… exited the store to find the answers.. hahah.. got &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt; wooooo.. hahahhaha.. She introduced herself as &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (EDITED!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from zer0’s blog.. seemed kinda nice.. and friendly too.. &lt;strong&gt;zer0’s such a STUD&lt;/strong&gt;.. woot! :P (btw, yoong loong was also there la.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; klf.&lt;/span&gt; ) The headed to Puma to get the shoes. At first wanted to get the black one, but then decided that it looked funny on me. And I don’t know why, but black shoes remind me of school too much. Hahahaha. So I got the ermm.. kinda beige like colour lo.. LOVED IT! Too bad la, the didn’t have size 10 and a half. Only 10 and 11. 10 was just nice, so it would hurt to walk, and 11 was kinda big.. so in the end also took the 11. Triple WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back home to find that my &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;MYVi&lt;/span&gt; has arrived! Quad WOOT! Ok ler. Took her out for a test drive. Soon, will be joining up wid Kiko and the Nameless GTi la.. hahaha.. lemme see.. what name shd I christen her a? hmmm hmmmm.. ok la. let you guys choose. Out of the 3 down here. Choose one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zangetsu &lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;"&gt;ざんげつ &lt;/span&gt;(…)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shinkei &lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;"&gt;しんけい &lt;/span&gt;(God’s Grace)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zabieru &lt;span style="font-family:MS Mincho;"&gt;ざびえる&lt;/span&gt;(…)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at round 6 liddat, Sv came to fetch me and we headed to Rakuzen, the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;strong&gt;official favourite Japanese restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;. (although I haven’t tried Ozeki. According to &lt;a href="http://pinkskyes.tripod.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pinkpau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, kinda good wo.. hehehe) Ate my Unagi Kabayaki Zen ( which translates to ermmm.. eel fillet set?) hahaha.. In the end like 12 ppl came. And there were maybe a few ermm.. bio and chem lessons going on la.. nottie nottie ah!!! Hahahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people steadily left, the 8 of us then decided to go to Bliss instead of Loft, because Mun Mun afraid they can’t bring us in.. and I was wearing a T-Shirt.. hahaha.. so we reached twelveSI at round 11. After getting ‘tong’ for the jockey which was 15 bucks, we saw that a big &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;datuk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mofo had booked the whole Bliss for his &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;156th Birthday&lt;/span&gt; it seemed. Then we had to stand outside to decide where to go next. Wanted to try Esperando (is it?), the former Emporium. Cover charge free also. Hahaa.. what the heck, we enter lo. Omggg… once we entered, we understood why the cover was free la.. got &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;NO FRIGGIN PPL MAN&lt;/span&gt;.. hahaha.. I guess that’s why they needed to encourage ppl to go in.. The Bouncer said they were playing House also. Walk in, wtf are the MOFOs playing man?? Then we decided to split and go back to atmos la. The Hennessy girl came over to us and asked how many of us, and I promptly replied 8. she said there was a promotion, open 2 bottles of PureWhite at RM600 and everyone no cover. I was like, wtf? 2 bottles? Can finish or not wo.. I look at the 8 ppl. Those I saw and thought can drink wan la were me, Sv, zer0, Mun Mun. Johnson apparently is allergic to alcohol, but still comes to these type of places. Nice wan la. :P hahaha. So I said to myself, 2 bottles motaklum lo.. so I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dv: &lt;/strong&gt;Open one bottle, you help me get more in la. cause I got girls going in and they don’t drink much la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hennessy: &lt;/strong&gt;One bottle only can bring in 5 people wo. Or you open the one bottle, then the rest pay cover la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dv: &lt;/strong&gt;Like that a, lemme go ask my friend first la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H: &lt;/strong&gt;Or lemme go ask by friend help you bring 6 in la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dv: &lt;/strong&gt;Bring 6? Ok ok. You go ask first la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;walks away.. speaks with bouncer&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H: &lt;/strong&gt;Ok la. Can la. So you want or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dv: &lt;/strong&gt;so Johnson, want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: &lt;/strong&gt;Ok la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went in lo. Found a place to sit. Wah.. super super super empty lo.. haha.. but the first thing I saw was Dj Romell on the turntables liao.. hahaha.. The switch for party mode was switched on liao… Then we waited lo.. for ppl to crowd the dancefloor, to open the floor. I was happily putting cup after cup into my system, trying to intoxicate myself. Haha. No avail. Had a toast to zer0, in which I poured myself ¾ a cup of Hennessy straight. Friend ma, must pei min a bit la. haha.. wish him luck in his relationship yeah! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think around 1230 like that, my predictions were correct. The people who I thought couldn’t drink, were pei liao.. hahahah.. ROCKY and melody were both kinda high already.. and they like drank 2 cups? Or less? Hahahah.. and it wasn’t high mixture of alcohol la.. but what to do, need more training. Rocky was pei until he started blurting lines from the Bible. Nice one la. by that time, like there was ony one quarter of the bottle left. Mostly me, Sv, zer0 and Mun Mun who drank la. haha. I feel bad for taking a lot also.. hehe.. in the first like 20 mins, half the bottle finish liao. Then I slowed la.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went to the toilet at around 1, some crazy pei lan jor girl actually walked into the men’s toilet to take a piss.&lt;/span&gt; Nice one la. Very nice wan la. (in the cubicle la, you perverted motherfuckers. I know what you’re thinking.) Later at round 1 something, headed to the dance floor la.. OMFG.. it wasn’t the alcohol that made me high, that made me feel so damn ‘yan’.. it was the music man.. I now know that music has a very deep effect on me when my party mode is switched on. Haha. Nothing really much happened la. actually I got a picture I wanna share wan.. all those who know zer0 will be shocked at that pic. Wahahahaha. But I won’t show it on my blog la. Not nice.. hehehehe.. zer0, you know what is it yeah? Muakakakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at round 2 like that. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tequila pops were serving at RM5&lt;/span&gt;. But I didn’t go for it la, already pokai.. haihzz.. but not bad la. my brand new Pumas, white colour, and ‘hoi cheong’ in atmos. Hahaha. Reached home at round 3, and quietly sneaked my way back into my room. Heheh. End of another day in &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;paradise&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112814894582940139?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112814894582940139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112814894582940139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112814894582940139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112814894582940139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/10/tenacious-d-fuck-her-gently.html' title='Tenacious D - Fuck Her Gently'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112800580779078428</id><published>2005-09-29T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:27:05.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johan Gielen - Recharge R3velation</title><content type='html'>Okay, here goes. It’s another survey, yet again extracted from &lt;a href="http://pinkskyes.tripod.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pinkpau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; la.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things that scare me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;me, when I wake up in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dirty places and stuff. Ewwwwww&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;close calls with cars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;going into class without homework done for business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;angry father = erupting volcano. danger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;‘large people’.. hehe intimidated by them. :p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exams that are just around the corner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends. can never ever live without them. need my fix everyday! :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;computer. If this were to spoil, I’ll dieeeeeeeee &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pool. Hmmm.. kinda like hobby now already.. hehehe &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MUSIC! Progressive trance with ecstasy-like effects. PERRRRFECT &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dj Rommell @ atmosphere. Joey G sucks, bloody tribal shit.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fooooooood… HAS to be good though. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sparkling Ribena from HongKong-style restaurants. *slurps*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven important things in my room&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shelves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Items of my past. Gifts from my ex. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven random facts about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love watching the night sky. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing in the shower is a must.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;VERY VERY high metabolism. Can NEVER get FAT. Wahahha… envy me! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like pinkpau, I abso-fucking-lutely despise, detest NUDGES on MSN. Don’t bug me if I don’t wanna talk to you! (that’s why I have it disabled.. mekekekkee)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven’t worn a watch in 3 years. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get turned on by trance. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dislike the feeling of being alone and trapped in my imagination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I plan to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing my degree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a good family. After fucking my life up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;settling down in japan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride all of the world’s best rollercoasters &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;successfully completing 1000 sky dives &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buying my dream car, then Lan Evo IX &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be happy and carefree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;IT exams. :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cakes. Can bake, but never do. :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh. REAL loud. Cinema goers HATE me if it’s a comedy. hehe &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speak basic Japanese. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive, barely. Hahahaha.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be romantic &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be hardworking. If I want to la. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I can't do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My tongue touching my nose. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dick touching my ass. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Literally ‘fucking’ men. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand what the fuck my lecturers are explaining sometimes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shuffle. (refers to dancefloor shuffle..) learning la...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a long conversation on the phone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Count from 1 ~ 500. Will give up halfway. Laziness….. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I say the most&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hello? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meh hai orhh.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ward der fark? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But… &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OMFG! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;K la, bye.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven people who will have to do this:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://forbiddenzer0.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Zer0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://xsjzx.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shijuanzhu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://rei5.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thenatstory.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Natalie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://lazyjem.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lazyjem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiuniasing.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tiuniasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (wahahahahahha) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xiaxue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(double wahahahahahhaa) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit: &lt;/strong&gt;hmmmm.. you know what.. inthe process of doing this survey, i've come to notice that i don't really know myself that well after all... i took ages to figure out the 7 things i could do, and the 7  things i hate and like.. and it turned out not too good as well.. like i felt that when you read it, you'd think they were lame... crap.. i think too much.. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112800580779078428?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112800580779078428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112800580779078428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112800580779078428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112800580779078428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/09/johan-gielen-recharge-r3velation.html' title='Johan Gielen - Recharge R3velation'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112755334756266326</id><published>2005-09-24T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T17:19:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Tiesto - Adagio for Strings</title><content type='html'>to one of my best friends in the world, &lt;a href="http://lazyjem.blogspot.com"&gt;jeremy lee&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday man. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;party all night long.. hahahaha.. crazy muthafucker. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112755334756266326?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112755334756266326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112755334756266326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112755334756266326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112755334756266326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/09/dj-tiesto-adagio-for-strings.html' title='DJ Tiesto - Adagio for Strings'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112748193262175506</id><published>2005-09-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:37:09.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day : AyuTrance3 - Endless Sorrow</title><content type='html'>Just 26 hrs ago, I witnessed one of the best concerts I’ve ever been or heard of in the entire of my 18 years of existence. I enjoyed yesterday’s music that would be regarded as noise if done by amateurs and copycats alike. Music that would be regarded a waste of time and money spent. (Which was incidentally only RM77!!! The best 77bucks I ever spent!) What did I see? Where did I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOMP!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AT ISTANA BUDAYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta say, hands down. The abso-fucking-lutely greatest synchronization, coordination, and show of skill you’ll ever see in your entire meaningless life... (if you don’t watch STOMP la of course..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there at around 820 and were promptly shown to our seats.. I mean FRONT ROW SEATS… wahahahaha.. Only god knows how we got front row tickets like 2 days before the show. All must have been possible thanks to SV. (won’t share how he managed it though.. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to absolutely say (yes, I know.. I’m like so FULL of praises for them.. hehe) that they are first-class performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the lot, my personal favorite was the crazy guy… the guy who wore the goggles and had too big a bladder.. (yes! bladder! yes! he pee-ed!) You have to see the show to understand what I mean.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it ended at around 1030. Later, me, sv, &lt;a href="http://forbiddenzer0.blogspot.com/"&gt;zer0&lt;/a&gt;, 6, and melody headed on to pick some friends. While waiting for the friends to board the car, me and zer0 were busy tapping our fingers to the beat of stomp… omfg… I’m so so impressed.. I can’t stress enough.. hahahaha… then headed to leisure mall to have a drink la.. reached home at around 1230 I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today – crap.. was kinda uneventful la.. EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT I SAW AN EVO WAGON!!! I was like, what friggin car is that? The back lights look kinda peculiar.. (but in a good way la…) then it soon captured my full attention… drove behind it to get a closer look.. and then wanted to see the front.. OMFG.. EVO LIGHTS! And on the grille, said &lt;strong&gt;Ralliart&lt;/strong&gt;. I was shell-shocked. omfg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/365/320/Evo%209%20Wagon3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is how an Evo Wagon looks like fom the back. the one i saw. yeah, like that. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wanna ask how you guys think of this picture.. I’m planning to make my own skin. For my blog… hehehehe.. need to explore my skills on html liao.. :P&lt;br /&gt;And here’s a sample of how it looks online.. (of course, it’s not finished la.. I just put it in the background. Then adjusted my text boxes to make it look better la..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/365/320/Sephiroth1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sephiroth. the most ying fucker in the universe. nuff' said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/365/320/Sephiroth%20Blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a brief example of how it MIGHT look like. well after a lot of mods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112748193262175506?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112748193262175506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112748193262175506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112748193262175506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112748193262175506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/09/song-of-day-ayutrance3-endless-sorrow.html' title='Song of the Day : AyuTrance3 - Endless Sorrow'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112732352022616873</id><published>2005-09-22T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:37:36.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wayne Rooney</title><content type='html'>In light of all the hype surrounding Wayne Rooney and his pack of red cards and not to mention his insolence towards the people who control the game, I find the following picture a relief point that things will be better for him and that he’ll find his form and cool and fire Manchester United to greater glory this season. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/365/320/Rooney%20Peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112732352022616873?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112732352022616873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112732352022616873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112732352022616873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112732352022616873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/09/wayne-rooney.html' title='Wayne Rooney'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112714381604736003</id><published>2005-09-19T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:01:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little survey.. Copyright pinkpau.</title><content type='html'>A little survey to fill my time. Indulge yourself in the awe that is me. Awe in what sense? I leave to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, this survey is taken from &lt;a href="http://pinkskyes.tripod.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pinkpau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, where everything is pink and except chocolate. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What time are you starting this? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10:35pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eric Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicknames? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Divinition, ric, sharkfin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of birth? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6th of August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do Martians have genders? I guess I’m male then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite foods? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wahahahaha. I would say maggi goreng, tanpa sayur, tanpa pedas. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite day of the week? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyday’s monotonous to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite restaurant? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rakuzen! Lovin Japanese food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite flower? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lily?.. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite sport to watch? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without a doubt, FOOTIE! But not as much as last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite drink? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pinkpau has an obsession with ribena now. I love the ribena in one Hong Kong style restaurant in Pandan Indah. Fizzy Ribena Lemon. *tongue sticking out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite ice cream flavor? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dark Choc. And one flavour I can’t remember in Haagen Dazs. Long time since I had one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many times did you fail your driver's test? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NEVER! I had a little under-table money though. Heheh. I’m now a competent driver okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whom did you get your last email from? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Errr.. Friendster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mitsubishi Motors. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you do most often when you are bored? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Put on a long face, and think about the little things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that people never think about. Like who was the first person to invent clothes? Who came up with the spring?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most annoying thing to say to me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“it’s okay la.. you don’t haf to pui me.. go to your class la.. no need to care about me wan.. just go to your class and study while I bore myself to death la.. don’t worry..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever failed a grade? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Add Math! But I got an A1 in the end. Wahahahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a crush on someone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At the moment? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a bf/gf? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At the moment? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you wearing right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;An England football shorts and a black R3charge Revelation T-shirt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever had a crush on any of your teachers? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a virgin? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes. Is that good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you ghetto? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your favorite colors? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don’t know. Haven’t thought of this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been slapped? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Uncountable times! When I was little la. My dad was really the cane wielding warden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get online a lot? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last I checked, my computer hasn’t been turned off in the last month or so. Along with streamyx and MSN la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you shy or outgoing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m not too sure you know. When I’m with my peers, the ones I really click with, I’m very outgoing. When I’m not, a little reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you shower? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What stupid question is this? OMFGBBQCCBDBMFCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I miss the mother-fucking institution so fucking much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a social life? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Naturally. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How easily do you trust people? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not an easy thing for me. Cept’ those I really know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a secret people would be surprised knowing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;VERY. No one knows this. Not now, not ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever sky dive? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YES YES YES! There’s absolutely no doubt that I will. Everything that causes adrenalin to flow, bravery and guts to be put on the line, I’ll be on the line to do it. Hehe. Hoping to conquer all the famed rollercoasters in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a brat? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don’t think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been dumped? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it was more of a mutual agreement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever gotten high? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah? Shisha is the new rave.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like snapple? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;lt;I found out wtf is this.&amp;gt; Never tried it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you drink a lot of water? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Used to.. but not now. Don’t have the habit no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What toothpaste do you use? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darlie. Now trying the green tea one. Ugghhh.. sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a cell phone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah? Fucked up though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a curfew? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes. *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do you look up to? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My future self. Who I wanna be in the future. That’s how I strive to achieve goals I set out to achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a role model? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I’m not skipping classes? Yeah. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been to Six Flags or Cedar Point? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would want in the future when I’m in the States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What name brand do you wear the most? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kinda mixed I guess. I LOVE quiksilver though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of jewelry do you wear? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want pierced? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ears. One only la. Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like takin pictures? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No. not the most photogenic person in the world I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like gettin your picture taken? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ermm.. I don’t mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a tan? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not really. Even if I’m roasted, I’ll return to normal within a week la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get annoyed easily? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes. Especially with my parents. You know la. Teen with hormones raging always gets his facts right wat.. adults are dumb. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever started a rumor? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;About me being gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have your own phone or phone line? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No. Don’t use the phone much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have your own pool? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you prefer boxers or briefs? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haven’t tried boxers. Ppl say it’s cooling. Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any siblings? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have one. Or is it two? Hmmm….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been played? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don’t know. Must have been good to avoid me knowing all this while if I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever played anyone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes. Not indulging more. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get along with your parents? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ermmm… no comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you vent your anger? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keeping it allllll in.. Don’t know where’s the limit though. I’ll explode I guess…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever ran away? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No. Planned to numerous times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been fired from a job? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never had one. Well, had one for a day, quit like 2 hrs into the job. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you even have a job? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah! Studying, getting good grades. My basic pay sucks though. Have a bad employer. Kinda stingy one also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you daydream a lot? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A lot about cars. Hehe. Typical la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a lot of ex's? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you run your mouth? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Run my mouth? Physical act of running? I thought only noses ran…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want a tattoo of? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A tattoo that says “Don’t get this tattoo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does your ex bf/gf look like? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Looks like one of the best things that happened to me. Good things have to end one time or another. Unless… I’m still trying to find that answer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does your most recent crush look like? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don’t know. Might be you? Unless you’re a man, or cock-eyed. Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats her/his name? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been bitched out? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you rude? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Against those I don’t like la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last compliment you received? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That’s wayyyyy too far back for me to remember la…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like getting dirty? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ermmm… what’s the definition of dirty here? I guess for both contexts, there’re certain limits.. heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your heritage? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Japanese! Hahaahahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your lucky number? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. I just like it. Not proven to be lucky though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does your hair look like right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brownish. With a fin sticking out in the middle. Think Mohawk but not very Mohawk at the same time. More hair on the sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you ever be a vegetarian? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can’t! I love beef and Korean food too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe your looks? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Synonymous with shit. :P I don’t know how to answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had to completely dye your hair it'd be what color? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As in a crazy way? White. Will drive my mum insane.. hehe.. but realistically? Brown would be okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever date someone younger than you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ermm… no probs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever date someone older than you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, there has to be a limit again. I know what they say about love being blind and all, and you can just so happen to ‘fall’ in love with some 70 year old woman who has 84682405 dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you were drunk? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have never been. Although I have been a little high. But not to the extent where reality blurs and police are just friggin donkeys in uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many rings until you answer the phone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been skinny dipping? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmmmmmm… sounds interesting.. waahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you went on a date? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Before I left for my National-Fucking-Service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you look more like your mother or father? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you cry a lot?&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever cry to get your way? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No! not even when I was young. If I cried for something I want. I wouldn’t get that thing, instead, my dad gives me a cane coming fast. Target? My ass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What phrase do you use most when on the phone? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you the romantic type? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Absolutely. I think I put like 200% to think of a gift to give to someone special. Haha… I’m a romanticist.. based on another survey la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been chased by cops? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cops? Hell no.. not yet I suppose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you like most about your body? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you like least about your body? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know I’m not perfect, so I don’t discriminate my body parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you have your first crush? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Standard 1. Had a crush on a girl who was my mum’s friend. And she was in my class. No names though. Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What theme does your room have? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sociology, Business, some Economics and a tad of Statistics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanting this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;survey to finish faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has there ever been a rumor spread about you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ermm? Not that I know of? Too boring to have rumors. Wouldn’t last passing through 3 ppl’s mouths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is one of your bad qualilties? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have the tendency to think too much. Too make big issues out of little ones. To have bad luck. Although I can’t compare to one of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is one of your good qualilties? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Honesty and Loyalty. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you marry for money? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If like I was going to die the next day, and… oh what the fuck.. NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you drive? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Perodua MyVi! Haha.. gonna get it in 3 or 4 days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you more of a mommys or daddys child? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’m my own person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you cried in school? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like last century? Or when Inez whacked me in Form 1. Baby then. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever hook up with the same sex? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HELL NO! WHAT FCKCCBKNN QUESTION IS THAT. THAT IS PERPOSTROUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of music do you like? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Progressive trance and techno. Gielen is hot favourite now. Hehehe.. LP also.. but fading fast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever bungee jump? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I WANT TOOOOOOOOOOOOO….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your worst fear? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To be left alone in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever join the army? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Does national service count? I guess not. Wouldn’t do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like cows? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, if it were a beef patty on my plate, medium done, charbroiled to perfection in maybe victoria’s.. yeah! I do! (oh, and I’m dying to try KOBE BEEF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were to die today, what would you do? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right before I died, go up to the person I hate, then in public infront of everyone say, “you killed me you fucker!!! Arrrggghh…………..” then die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had one last word to say to someone before you die, what would it be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;God??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What time are you finishing this? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally!! It’s 11:28pm. Nitex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112714381604736003?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112714381604736003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112714381604736003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112714381604736003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112714381604736003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-survey-copyright-pinkpau.html' title='A little survey.. Copyright pinkpau.'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112694918874129524</id><published>2005-09-17T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T19:29:43.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Downloaded a new add-on for blogger. Now I don’t have to wait that irritating wait for the page to load so that I can type new entries into my blog. It’s an addition to your Microsoft Word software in your computer. Allows you to type, post pictures and edit your posts without opening Internet Explorer or whatever you’re using la. Find it so so so so so much better than waiting your ass off. (I know 56k ppl are cursing me now also.. hehehe.. Get Streamyx la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Get it here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://buzz.blogger.com/bloggerforword.html"&gt;Microsoft Add-On for Blogger.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Best thing is.. I can now type clearly and grammatically correct.. Although I know most of you out there will forgive my random ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lah’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;‘loh’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;s.. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay. Newsflash. If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;of you guys out there haven’t heard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ADVENT CHILDREN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;FFVII &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you gotta forgive me for saying you either hail from mars, or you’re deaf and dumb, or you have been living on some distant island and live the sorta life that sort of resembles the show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;. What I’ve heard of this movie is fantastic. Great reviews! And as we speak, I’m downloading the movie now.. hehehehhee.. for the address of the download, kindly PM me for it yeah? I’m not gonna post it and let the whole world flood the bandwidth that will ineveitably slow my dload.. hehehehehe.. currently 7% done and download speed averaging 45kb/s.. pretty fast la.. for Malaysian standard. Stupid TM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just an update to tell that I’m still breathing la.. and to try this add on.. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Til I get my new brainchild. Ciaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;edit: omg.. i dload like 150MB liao.. connection reset man.. shit.. gotta dload all over again.. i advise ppl to have a dlaod manager.. so they can resume.. doing that now... will be done in lil over 2 hrs.. yess arrrrr... haahahahaahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112694918874129524?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112694918874129524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112694918874129524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112694918874129524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112694918874129524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/09/final-fantasy-vii-advent-children.html' title='Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112645014824291131</id><published>2005-09-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:00:53.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new idol.</title><content type='html'>omg. i think i've fallen in love with japanese ppl all over again.. hehe.. look at the pics and you'll understand why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/MatsumotoSayuki14Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;super beautiful lo... kawaii!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WOOT!!! hahaa.. are you hungry for more? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;model for the recent eclipse japan GT team.. i'm in a trance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;another pic.. *eyes spinning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;final pic.. i got lots more.. but to keep you in suspense.. heheheheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. one more la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/5Small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;group pic.. mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112645014824291131?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112645014824291131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112645014824291131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112645014824291131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112645014824291131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-idol.html' title='new idol.'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112644601886718413</id><published>2005-09-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:40:18.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>september 11</title><content type='html'>4 years have passed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silence that surrounds ground zero is a direct contradiction to what happened that fateful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silence now echoes, magnified a thousand fold, for the family members of those who perished in the massacre of humanity itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who masterminded the attacks still roam the earth, eluding every effort the world is putting in to bring them to justice.. IN HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us go through a moment of silence to commemorate those who died trying to earn a living in the world trade center, those who died while selflessly trying to protect and save others, and to condemn those who have lost their sane mind and common consideration for the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;payback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the 3 issues that make our world revolve the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must we try to conquer? why must we strive so hard to be in command? why must we throw away all our common sense of social responsibility and consideration towards others so that we can achieve revenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the same for both parties.. bin laden claims this is all in the sake of allah, the almighty.. he claims that this is revenge, JIHAD, as they say against the evil forces.. they claim that being suicide fighters, the new age kamikazes, they can cleanse their soul of any wrong doings and be at allah's side. claims. fuck head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bush is no better. in the midst of all the chaos, the suffering, and the pain of losing loved ones, losing their lives that they built day after day, he declares total war against terror. or so he says. what have we seen of this 'war on terror'. what results have yielded by discriminating the afghans, dropping bombs in the middle of the night on sleeping families and children dreaming of a better life. what significance towards world peace have occured by sending thousands and thousands of soldiers to their graves, fighting against local afghans that strive for the same ideals as the americans? freedom. world peace. a family, a complete one. with all limbs still attached in the right places. fuck bush. fuck him and his gift of the gap. he can fool a big portion of america, but he can't fool the rest of the world, the UN, as well as we people who can see the bigger picture. the war on iraq. war war war. ironic isn't it, the reason behind his attack of iraq. "i want to destroy the weapons of mass destruction by blowing them up". what difference does it make? using a minor missile to destroy the supposedly NUCLEAR bombs as well as facing collateral damage of the surrounding villages and it's villagers and using a nuclear bomb to shoot a country. there's no difference in idea. both will still kill people. both will cause irrepairable damage both physically and mentally. both will tear lives, identities, and humanity as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you the real reason. control. power. and the biggest oil source in the world. arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the seperatists who go around decapitating innocent people as though they were moose and deer caught in a successful outing into the forest. no nationality is targeted here. just pure brutality at it's worst. am i not right? who are their victims? reporters, armymen, tourists, of all nationalities (japanese, american, korean etc etc..) this clearly isn't jihad. this clearly isn't revenge of islam towards christianity. this is a monster's act. an act of pure desire to control. to be in command. to be the top of the food chain. all this trivial needs that need to be fulfilled at the cost of a decent family man, a soldier trying to do his duty the best he can, and a reporter, trying to expose the real conditions of the poor war victims, not knowing that he would be a casualty himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we put a halt to this suffering? to this pain? to this sense of hopelessness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can't. we won't. it won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;the greed for money.&lt;br /&gt;for power.&lt;br /&gt;control.&lt;br /&gt;dominance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more suffering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112644601886718413?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112644601886718413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112644601886718413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112644601886718413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112644601886718413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/09/september-11.html' title='september 11'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112584879648846398</id><published>2005-09-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:46:36.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update! finally...</title><content type='html'>ahh.. so many things have been happening in my life ler.. but don't wanna go too much into detail ler.. i'm like 90% over her liao la.. do think of her sometimes, but not in a stalking crazy maniac way anymore la.. have most of my friends and &lt;em&gt;pool&lt;/em&gt; to thank for that.. hehe.. so i wish her all the best in her current relationship yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap man.. i'm finding myself losing more and more of my studious nature.. i mean, i'm being so distracted by everything else.. rather than just getting my grades the right way up.. out of a  maximum grade point of 4 i got a meagre 2.75.. WAYYYYY off my expectations.. and that was my first semester!! isn't the first semester supposed to be the EASIEST???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, i've been very reluctant to go to classes.. i dunno why.. and i know if it keeps up, i'll end up worse compared to the last term.. i really don't want this to happen, but i dunno how to stop it.. truthfully, as a sorta solution, i plan to make this my last semester in taylor's... i feel that subang has too many things for me to do outdoors.. out of class.. DURING class hours as well.. not to mention that a whole lot of my friends are here too.. so i think i'll be going to &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt;.. the benefits??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;smack in the middle of nowhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boring place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;highways, highways and more highways surrounding the area&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nearest place of visit with life : &lt;strong&gt;M'valley Megamall&lt;/strong&gt;, not really my place of visit la.. and still far away..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i got no car, so no wandering around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no pool places (double advantage, no pool wasting time and more money saved.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not many places to lepak and inhale fresh 2nd hand smoke. (double advantage)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheaper (don't cost the other arm and leg of my dad's)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at least got aaron there, so won't be SO lonely and dead la..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;(PS.. not in the mood to blog liao ler... will be updating on and off la... i guess often enough to tell ppl that i'm still standing and not 6 feet under.. haha.. cheers!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112584879648846398?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112584879648846398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112584879648846398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112584879648846398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112584879648846398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/09/update-finally_04.html' title='update! finally...'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112549729113697921</id><published>2005-08-31T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T22:08:11.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happenings..</title><content type='html'>wah.. been like centuries since i last blogged.. haha.. and for those still popping your head to read here, thanks for the support yeah?.. been kinda lazy to blog lately.. partly because i was trying to overcome some problems i had.. yes, HAD. i think i'm through it now, and i really hope it never happens again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happened this year... i know, it's only september but i'm already reflecting on a eventful year, both on the good and bad side.. and undoubtably, it's not only me who's having some hardships to face.. a lot of my friends have had some sort of straining to their relationships, studies.. so on la.. crap, bottom line, not a year to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;malay-&lt;/strong&gt;sia is 48! omg.. haha.. just here to actually tell you guys who still read here that i'm still alive and kicking.. CSI now.. gtg watch! promise a post tomorrow! hahhaha.. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112549729113697921?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112549729113697921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112549729113697921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112549729113697921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112549729113697921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/08/happenings.html' title='happenings..'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112437836922509010</id><published>2005-08-18T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:19:29.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>problems resurfacing</title><content type='html'>.... the miserable side of my life is once again making an appearance.. i may not seem like it, but trust me, it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me something.. &lt;em&gt;i wanna make something like a poll here.. so reply in the c-box k?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;in every relationship, there's bound to be quarrels, there's bound to be everlasting memories, there's bound to be gifts and items that were exchanged... so wad do you do with them when it all crumbles? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;do you take a box, and angrily throw or sometimes really painfully put them into it, and at the same time reflecting on the whole issue? then storinng them someplace you'll never look at again?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do you keep them the same way it is.. leave them around in the room? not making any changes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or wad else?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm now at a big cross road.. i really really wanna forget, after being exposed to what i think is the harshest, and painfully and excruciatingly cruel news to me.. may not be so bad to someone else, but to me, i could actually die from this.. news that i think is.. no words..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so wads the deal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112437836922509010?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112437836922509010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112437836922509010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112437836922509010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112437836922509010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/08/problems-resurfacing.html' title='problems resurfacing'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112429244316570524</id><published>2005-08-17T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:27:23.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changing appearance! hahaha</title><content type='html'>haha.. yay! i finally did it.. my hair's now a different tone.. it's brown... haha.. sorryyyy.. got no camera to whore about.. hehehee.. anyways.. see it in RAVE la! i think i kinda like my new appearance.. hmmm.. my mother says i look OLD with this hair.. haha.. she's just probably not used to the sight that her son has a different outlook now la.. and maybe her eyesight is depreciating.. wahhhahahahaha.. JOKIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this weekend to ARRIVE!!! in 48hrs, my parents and my pesky brother will be on their way to Lang Tengah Island to have 4d/3n of pure bliss without me! of course, it's the same way around.. i'm going to have long wings of gigantic proportions! woooooooooot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night at my hse is then canceled.. eddie murphy will have to wait for a while longer.. no point in having a cinema, when no one's gona watch right?.. so we also scrapped plans to go mountain-passing in genting to go to (yes) RAVE! hahahahahahhaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friggin ticket cost 40 buck man.. and i'm sure i'll be spending more there.. and not to mention petrol money.. wah!! gonna burn holes in my pocket the size of meteors.. aiks! looks like ALL my friends will be going la.. although i think 95% the evo will not make a presence there.. *sob sob* i mean, driving all the way to PD, parking a nice and HOT expensive car among the, undoubtably, thousands of cars there, and coming back to find your windows smashed, RSM, turbo timer, gauges, steering wheel etc etc all missing isn't a sight any car owner would wanna see.. not to mention that that's the least that could happen.. the most? no car at all.. die lo... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i dunno wanna spend the night there or not also.. haha.. since i have those big flappy wings sticking behind my back for 4 days, i don't have to go there.. hehee.. but Sv says wanna go back.. so see how la.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speed up time.. i beg you! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys there la! for those who aren't going:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ON A BIT LA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112429244316570524?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112429244316570524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112429244316570524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112429244316570524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112429244316570524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/08/changing-appearance-hahaha.html' title='changing appearance! hahaha'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112403509701878474</id><published>2005-08-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T23:58:17.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate 'mr. elliot'..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Music : Wang Lee Hom - Forever Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, the well, D-Day for one of my bestest friends in the world, Rei, came!!! she was scheduled to perform in front of the public in sunway pyramid!! haha.. being one of the TOP 10 finalists.. i really have to say, she's kinda outdone herself.. was so proud of her!! hahahahaa.. truly.. haha.. couldn't believe my eyes that julia, the kinda timid, blurry, even sometimes insane girl is capable of going up on stage, performing in front of a thousand people or so, and performing a self composition!! and i have to humbly admit.. superbly done REI!! was so nice to hear you sing in front of so so many ppl.. hahahah.. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there were also the other contestants la of course.. the ones that sorta stood out were ermm.. junie, missy elliot, and the eventual winner.. ermm.. &lt;kinda&gt;omg man.. i tell you, me and kelly were like exchanging so many comments on the other ppl, we could have easily took the mike and took over MC duties from DJ Pietrro.. [you know how to spell that muthafaka..] =p missy elloit was like super super yeee waiiiiiii to me la.. (notice that i put extra emphasis on the waiiiiiiiii... hehe) and well, junie was kinda okay i guess... first impressions on her??.. hmmm.. i thought she was kinda scary at first.. haha.. but i realised, that's how ppl win competitions.. coming out with a bang.. i mean, she was SO hyped up! but in the end.. only a top 3 finish.. still an achievement in itself la.. [note: she's got the funkiest fan base i guess. haha.. her side of the crowd were really into it! TOTALLY] next was the 21-girl.. haha.. she came out.. looking kinda funny.. she really, and i &lt;strong&gt;DO MEAN REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; stood out from the rest.. haha.. with the casino outfit, the bowtie... haha.. the only thing that was out of picture on the card dealer was that cane she also held.. that was my first impression la.. she was different.. haha.. then she sang LOVE by Nat King Cole.. and i haf to say.. not a bad copy.. haha.. wasn't a CLEAR CUT winner.. but still, kinda deserved it la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the results la.. the 3 sub-titles were up for grabs first.. and lo and behold.. who was the winner for &lt;strong&gt;Miss Roxy&lt;/strong&gt;?? &lt;em&gt;[drum roll] &lt;/em&gt;Misssssssyyyyyyy Elliot!!! at that time, me, kelly, zero, Sv and i guess most of the crowd were like &lt;strong&gt;WTF?????&lt;/strong&gt; are the organizers for REAL??? aiyoooooooooo.. omg.. then came &lt;strong&gt;Miss Perfect Skin&lt;/strong&gt;.. JULIA!!! woooo!! we were flabberghasted!! hahahahhaa.. we were ONE HAPPY BUNCH MAN.. hahah.. then the last sub-title: &lt;strong&gt;Miss Personlality&lt;/strong&gt;... MISSSSSSYYYYYYY FRIGGIN ELLIOT!! wah.. the image that i was conjuring in my mind was projectiles from my side of the crowd going towards BOTH missy elliot and pietr.. FAT ASS la!.. hahah.. geram like shit liao at that time.. then the top 3 were called to stage.. and well, not suprisingly, Junie, 21 were called la.. then MISSSSSYYYYYYY ELLIOT!!! wah... i almost died.. she sucked man!! i mean, she HAD to be like 3rd from LAST probably.. hiahzzz... i'd CHOP if she'd won man.. (of course, i'm only saying that because i already know the result.. wahahahah) but at last, 21 won, and well, it wasn't expected, but still acceptable la.. because REI won a proze at the very least.. hehe.. feeling great for ya grrl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we (Sv, Zero and me) left for times square for a movie appointment with melody... haha.. was going to watch stealth.. so we reached times square at round 7? proceeded to walk around aimlessly looking for a restaurant.. then settled for the No. 2 favourite japanese restaurant! NIPPON-TEI.. haihzz.. actually, getting frggin bored with that restaurant liao la.. haihzz... it's kinda expensive, these types of restaurants.. so i went yet again for the &lt;em&gt;Oyako Nabe&lt;/em&gt; which was some chicken dish to put it generally.. ate till my stomach sighed of the same old japanese food.. and we went for the movie la.. STEALTH! hmm.. before watching it, i thought i had the plot all planned out.. haha.. i thought it was going to be the typical state of the art technology gone wrong movie.. it ALWAYS is isn't it??.. hmmm.. then like 3/4 in to the movie, the plot that i predicted kinda took a turn in direction! haha.. technology became good again.. haha.. i don't really know how to put it into words la.. but mainly, you gotta see the movie to know la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, 7/10.. great graphics as expected, but shitty acting from the guy who won Best Actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last words.. good one JU! you totally deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aug 20th around the corner! movie night in my hse! so for anyone who's free that night, come over yeah.. and you gotta be immune to the word FUCK k?.. hahahahahaha.. not a movie rated U k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: you know wad.. for those who have been following my previous blog, i still felt funny looking at 'her' in the face.. i still felt somewhat, funny.. like butterflies in my stomach.. hmmm.. but at least i can now kinda hide it well la.. and spoke like a line or 2 to her.. hmmm.. oh well, hope it gets better la.. feels miserable.. she seems affected too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112403509701878474?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112403509701878474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112403509701878474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112403509701878474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112403509701878474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-hate-mr-elliot_14.html' title='i hate &apos;mr. elliot&apos;..'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112351373200180934</id><published>2005-08-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:13:49.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All right..</title><content type='html'>all right.. all right!!.. i know i'm wrong.. i know i'm guilty.. i know that it's all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! i admit. i'm a &lt;strong&gt;LAZY BLOGGER&lt;/strong&gt;! hmmmm.. there, i said it.. i admit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's topic will be on: lo and behold.. &lt;strong&gt;BLOGGING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god.. how did i ever get into this blogging business.. lemme see.. &lt;em&gt;*scours through the countless files of memories scattered everywhere like tissue paper in my mind for any memories on my first blog..*&lt;/em&gt; crap.. can't seem to recall who was it that drove me to bllurt everything that i felt, thought, pondered about in my mind and heart.. oh well, i know for sure it was one of my friends la.. maybe &lt;a href="http://shijuanzhu.blogspot.com"&gt;shijuanzhu&lt;/a&gt; i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW.....!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, my first blog, was mainly about my relationship.. how i felt when i was with the jewel in my life.. my queen.. mainly in that blog, i was venting a lot of my frustration.. frustration that kept on collecting deep within my heart.. and the only way, (i felt) that i could take it out of that deep dark hole was to BLOG! i wanted her to read it, and know who i really am.. what i was thinking because i know, i was too afraid to say it face to face.. i didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.. and i couldn't stand to be angry at the person i loved the most.. so i kept it in.. and only published it in the blog.. we have since gone our seperate ways.. but i guess that blog is still very important to me, as it holds memories.. although there are bad ones.. some of them i wouldn't really wanna remember.. there are also some that are memories to cherish for life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- i went for ns (which was a total waste of my f-king time) --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then i came back.. and created my second blog.. this one.. which i wanted to really show me.. as in not my relationships.. so i created this one... it's mainly about random posts.. about the daily trivialities.. about the simple, basic things in life.. the posts that are less emotional, less hurting, less revealing perhaps? yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but coming back to general terms.. why do people blog??.. i mean, what is it that drives people to sit in front off their computers almost everyday.. (excluding me la..) and type out a portion of their lives so that the world can read it? could they be attention grabbing? could it be that blogging represents a new era of Diaries? (the only thing in difference being everyone else can read it..) could it be some form of.. ermm.. way to voice out your opinions.. i mean... using your mouth to pose thoughts to other people isn't going to go too far in terms of influence.. by blogging, can these thoughts be amplified to the billions and billions of people who are connected to this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;INTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;national &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;work? &lt;strong&gt;WHY WHY WHY??&lt;/strong&gt; stupid 3 letter word..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we also haf to wonder about the people who love reading blogs.. i mean.. a good example of a blog-stalker would be rei's blog man.. (no no no no OFFENCE meant ok rei!!!!) if yuo look at the tag section of her blog, every 2 or &lt;strong&gt;1 &lt;/strong&gt;post (for that matter), there'll be 2 names that pop up the most.. (of course, saying and stating their names would make me a real fucktard.. i'm not doing that..) so, what is it that drives people to wanna read and indulge themselves in the personal lives of the people they know.. i mean.. this IS the driving force of blogging.. without the readers.. there wouldn't be any BLOGS now would there? is it the "&lt;em&gt;keh-poh-chee&lt;/em&gt;" attitude that influences people to read blogs and get hooked to them?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the privacy issue with blogging should be a BIG ISSUE.. since a lot of stuff are nowadays.. but why isn't it??.. why isn't anyone sueing? why isn't anyone complaining? let's ponder on that la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and btw, all the types of blogs that i mention here are personal blogs.. not those real specific ones..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[if this post sucks.. i know it does.. i'm so drowsy i can't think straight.. :P]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112351373200180934?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112351373200180934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112351373200180934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112351373200180934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112351373200180934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-right.html' title='All right..'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112325691995671881</id><published>2005-08-06T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:50:23.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>i know this is lame la.. but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY TO ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112325691995671881?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112325691995671881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112325691995671881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112325691995671881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112325691995671881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112304631451730680</id><published>2005-08-03T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:18:34.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/GothicPotters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/GothicPotters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is undoubltably, the most scary pic.. imagine all those young little potter fans out there looking at their idols like this.. ugghh.. scaryyyyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112304631451730680?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112304631451730680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112304631451730680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112304631451730680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112304631451730680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/08/weird.html' title='weird..'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112290723029427177</id><published>2005-08-01T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:49:18.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funniest Person in the WORLD. Undoubtably.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of days back.. i got a surprise call from Jem and Jon P. saying they were about to come over to my place to pay me a visit.. out of the sudden shock of recieving such a call at aorund 10 prompted me to say: SURE.. haha.. and so they came.. after some grumbling from my mum, i headed out with them.. undecided on where to go, Jem suggested we pay Sv a visit.. i decided to drive Jon's car on the way up.. on the way, Jon added that he had a '&lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;' video to show us.. me, thinking that there were only gonna be 3 guys, and being a show that was '&lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;', my horny little mind presumed it wasn't gonna be rated UMUM la.. if you get my drift.. kekeke :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we reached Sv's hse.. and had small talk over his GTi's rims looking like the R3 ones.. except better.. hahahaha.. and proceeded to watch the '&lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;' movie.. aniticipation filled me up (but don't think of me as some horny teenage asshole okay..) and lo and behold, the title &lt;strong&gt;RAW&lt;/strong&gt; captured my eyes and triggered my imagination.. what does it mean by &lt;strong&gt;RAW&lt;/strong&gt;??? hmmmmmmmmmm.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i see EDDIE MURPHY's fucked up face, smiling widely, advertising his sparkling white teeth.. i burst into laughter.. hahaha.. no porn (oops.) tonite then.. soon realised it was going to be comedy night with 3 of my friends.. oh well, better than staying at home i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the movie started, i realised it wasn't a movie, but a stand up comedy type of show.. by none other than EDDIE himself.. and out he strolls fom back stage wearing this &lt;strong&gt;tight purple and black leather suit &lt;/strong&gt;(parading his physical features of course.. grrrrrr for women out there..)&lt;strong&gt; racing gloves, a black scarf wrapped around his neck and a gold ring&lt;/strong&gt;. even that prompted more shouts of laughter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then proceeded with his jokes on Michael '&lt;em&gt;motherfucking&lt;/em&gt;' Jackson, Mr T frm the &lt;strong&gt;A Team&lt;/strong&gt; and (screams with laughter..) &lt;strong&gt;Bill Cosby&lt;/strong&gt;.. hahahahahahhaahahahahhaah!!!!!!! from that 30 minutes of jokes (or should i say, very mean sarcasms..) i laughed till tears rolled down and stomach cramps set in.. i mean, i was really LAUGHING.. if it weren't for the slightly smaller space around the TV, i guess i would have to be rolling on the friggin floor.. i was laughing so hard, i would put a laughing hyena into shame.. FREAKING FUCKING OUTRAGEOUSLY FUNNY!!!! fuck youuuuuuuuu, eddieeeeeeeee..... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dvdmedia.ign.com/dvd/image/RAW_US-7_1093558133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eddie murphy doing what he does best..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i wouldn't wanna spoil the fun for those who wanna watch it after i write this.. but seriously.. screw &lt;strong&gt;the island&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;war of the worlds&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;batman&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;premonition&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;jim carrey shows&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;JACKASS&lt;/strong&gt; for that matter.. Eddie Murphy RAW certainly takes the cake for being the most funniest, fucked up show i've ever seen in my entire 18 years of existence.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who wanna watch it, i'm getting the DVD burned.. so i'll have a copy to keep, and i'm downloading it from the net as i speak.. about 10% done anyway.. so i'm having a showtime this&lt;strong&gt; AUGUST 20th&lt;/strong&gt;.. so for those who wanna see it.. feel free to drop by my place k?.. hahahahahahaa.. i can't wait to watch it again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Word of advice to girls out there.. Don't go making anymore &lt;strong&gt;Dick Threats&lt;/strong&gt; to us guys anymore.. it's VERY VERY sensitive.. muahahahahahahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HALF!&lt;/span&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/13608644-112290723029427177?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112290723029427177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112290723029427177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112290723029427177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112290723029427177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/08/funniest-person-in-world-undoubtably.html' title='The Funniest Person in the WORLD. Undoubtably.'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112274138087914191</id><published>2005-07-30T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:57:58.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gialla..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/GiallaEvo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/GiallaEvo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gialla kitted Evolution VIII&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.. that's it.. the dream of dreams.. the wish of wishes.. the beauty of beauties.. the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MITSUBISHI Evolution VIII&lt;/span&gt;, with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GIALLA&lt;/span&gt; bodykit, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GANADOR&lt;/span&gt; carbon fiber wing mirrors, carbon fiber boot, beautiful &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;VOLK&lt;/span&gt; 18" black rims, roll cage, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BRIDE&lt;/span&gt; Brix Gradation seats, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TAKATA&lt;/span&gt; 340R harnesses, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MOMO&lt;/span&gt; steering and gear knob, Custom fitted black headlights, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JDM&lt;/span&gt; Evolution MR tail lights, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HKS &lt;/span&gt;Carbon-Ti exhaust system, and a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nice sexy grrrrl&lt;/span&gt; sitting in it.. mwahahahahha.. (of course more stuff under the hood la..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this car is the mother of all friggin cars.. i absolutely &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADORE&lt;/span&gt; this car!!! why??.. cuz it's &lt;em&gt;ying&lt;/em&gt;! haha.. actually i didn't really pay much attention to cars.. especially put into thought what car i want as my dream car.. then NS ended, and i went to college.. i still remember that fateful day.. events happened as follows..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Morning, woke up, gloomily at 6. Took my first train to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached college. Went for orientation. Met Yee Ting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Skipped the rest of the day after the orientation test.. Went to meet up wid EC, Jem, Ervin.. (and the rest la..) in THE RACK..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then planned to eat McD's nearby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New to Subang, so didn't know where..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EC said take his car. (At this moment, thought it was the Kelisa.. OMG)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went dowm the lift to the carpark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something caught my eye.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK EVO 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PARKED NEARBY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jem, EC and Azlan walked towards it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In my mind, thought they were trying to get a closer look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EC hands went into pocket. Pressed something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Evo came to LIFE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Almost fainted. 'nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went inside car. Attempted to regain composure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exited carpark noticing that ppl were staring at the HEAVILY tinted car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then heard something that was music to my ears. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*phish phish*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fell in deep and intoxicating lust for the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;then we ate lo.. eating.. well, i was eating.. but not enjoying my food.. instead.. my mind was on the.. yes.. EVO.. OMG.. i was flabbergasted, shocked, stunned.. anything that comes to your mind.. i was feeling it.. yes.. horny too.. OMG.. then had to send Azlan back to college for classes... EC and Jem said going to EC's hse.. i decided to tag along.. no way i was letting a chance to sit in an EVO with EC going to drive on KESAS.. in my mind, the only things popping up were: *vrooom vrooom..* &amp; *phishhh phishh*.. i couldn't wait.. this was wad happened&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sat in his car, almost drooling at the sounds emitting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Came to the exit to kesas h/way.. Near Summit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EVO gave a surge of adrenalin to my blood..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached the toll. EVO was maintaining speeds of about 100km/h after the toll. Pretty normal speeds. (I mean slow la.. for the EVO's capabilities..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red Wira Turbo came up fast behind EVO which translates to Stupid. Driver looked old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tailgate EVO. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVO got mad.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No la. EVO just flexed it's &lt;em&gt;horses&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turbo kicked in. EVO flew in front. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I flew around in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Regained my balance. Cars around were a blur. Speedometer was at 180km/h.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looked again.. My mistake, not 180. It was more than 180.. The pin could only go 180.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVO was much faster. Stunned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Silently thanked the heavens that I took a leak at the gas station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached 2nd toll almost a minute after that. Slowed down as it started to rain, real heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red Wira Turbo caught up. Tailgate again. EVO got pissed, but had some common sense that it's tyres weren't meant for rain. But still Red Wira got smaller and smaller behind the back window. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I still flew around in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Swear my hairs were kinda standing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very VERY VERY impressed with the EVO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reached EC's hse without much trouble. The frequent stares by other ppl are NORMAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;wah.. almost immediately i was really in LOVE.. awestruck.. OMG.. how could he get an EVO man!!.. haha.. i was proud to be his friend.. :P silently made a vow to myself i would own one of these BEASTS.. then about an hour later, EC's bro EK said go yum cha. OK. EC wanted bro to drive waja. EK said: &lt;em&gt;"what's the use ofhaving an EVO and not driving it&lt;/em&gt;???" EC got the picture. Headed to Taman Seputeh. Going to meet up with Azlan. here's what happened..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got into car. Felt sooooooooooooooooo good. :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached somewhere near cheras. White RX-7 FC.. Looked closer, Intercooler as well!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EK commented: &lt;em&gt;"eh, that guy's intercooler look bigger than yours la&lt;/em&gt;.."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EC replied: " &lt;em&gt;where??.. no la.. mine bigger la.. confirm lo..&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RX-7 tailgated EVO. EVO really flared up. It stopped rainning too. Road was dry. Time for speed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Braced myself. Learned lesson from that rollercoaster just an hour or two back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The "sip" car skills from EC surfaces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slipped into the space a lil bigger than half a car. In between two LORRIES!!!! ALMOST, just ALMOST pissed in my pants. I jerked up a bit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speedometer raced up in numbers. Phishhhhes were symphonies to my ears. Ohhhhh...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EK said: "&lt;em&gt;eh, that FC looks kinda like my friend la..&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EC replied: "&lt;em&gt;yeah la.. call him and see&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EK then proceeded to call him la.. Turned out it wasn't him. EVO had slowed down. Letting the FC live to race another day..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached Taman Seputeh. Yum Cha. After that, went home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg.. i swear.. fom that day onwards.. i was so so so SO in love with the EVO.. hmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here are some other pics of that particular EVO that i like.. it's only RM150,000 after the conversion.. This car is in the US. Farking idiot to let go of a car like this. Yes, it's FOR SALE!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;GO SEE IT!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.evolutionm.net/showthread.php?threadid=133075"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://forums.evolutionm.net/showthread.php?threadid=133075&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Other stuff i want...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MOTEC M800 Engine Management System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NOS EFI Wet System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ported and Polished Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;K&amp;amp;N Racing Air Filter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cusco Carbon Facings Twin Plate Clutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cusco Lightweight Flywheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cusco Carbon Fiber Front Strut Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cusco Carbon Fiber Rear Strut Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tein Flex Coilover Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HKS SSQV External Blowoff w Recirculation Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HKS Turbo Timer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HKS 272/272 Cams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HKS Adjustable Cam Gears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HKS Front Mount Intercooler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HKS Speed Limit Defencer (SLD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HKS Electronic Idling Stabilizer (EIDS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HKS Iridium Spark Plugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Samco Sport Silicone Hose Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Defi Link Meter Gauges (Daisy Chain) -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nolimitmotorsport.com/defi-gauge/defi-link-gauge.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.nolimitmotorsport.com/defi-gauge/defi-link-gauge.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PS2 with 7" Sony LCD Screen :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sony Xplod Sound System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Momo Pedals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Endless 6 pot Safety Braking System (Front)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Endless 4 pot Safety Braking System (Rear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;70% Black Tinting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lotsa carbon fiber stuff. Hahahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;B'DAY COMING!!!... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112274138087914191?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112274138087914191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112274138087914191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112274138087914191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112274138087914191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/07/gialla.html' title='Gialla..'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112168707855328893</id><published>2005-07-18T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:44:38.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>will be taking a break from bloggin fer a while la.. got TONS of work to complete.. sorry yeah??.. will be back in a week liddat.. :P check out my friends blogs too yeah!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112168707855328893?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112168707855328893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112168707855328893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112168707855328893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112168707855328893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/07/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112066075402582692</id><published>2005-07-06T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:31:12.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God loves me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Music Playing : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Forbidden Paradise (Tiesto), 40 Kinds of Sadness (Cabrera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahah.. "&lt;em&gt;God Loves You"&lt;/em&gt;... that was what my saudi friend from college told me today after i told him what happened when i was 'trying' to come to college..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, being the public transport guy that i am, my dad droped me off at the LRT station.. then, as usual, followed normal procedures and bought the ticket to kelana jaya that cost me RM2.50 la.. proceeded to the waiting platform.. when i was walking up, i saw ppl rush into the elevator that just arrived.. *zinngggg* thought came into mind.. "&lt;em&gt;Aiyoooooo.. taking the friggin elevator isn't going to save a lot of time... these people, always want the easy way out in life.. i mean, you're all adults la.. i'd &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if anyone of you lazy people said that you exercise.. walking up the bloody staircase won't give you a bad case of loss of breath la.. c'mon people.. WAKE UP!&lt;/em&gt;" then i (proudly) walked up the stairs, while lugging a backpack that contained no more than 2 files.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i heard a lot of noise upstairs.. a big commotion.. and when i arrived.. it wasn't just a very much audible sound pollution, but in a way, it was &lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE POLLUTION!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; omfg.. i was stunned.. there, waiting, like me, stood around &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people waiting for the blardee train that comes every 7 minutes.. so i was like, "&lt;em&gt;time for desperate measures&lt;/em&gt;" so i tried pushing and shoving myself through.. hmm. halfway through.. i remembered that the malaysian society is kinda famous for their snatch theives and pickpockets.. so i took a 180 degree turn from that plan.. (wasn't scared of my RM200 Quiksilver bag taken.. but my wallet la.. hmmm.. maybe it's the bag also la.. hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the train duly arrived.. really packed.. ppl were literally stuck with faces on the glass.. and by the time it left, the 200-odd crowd had turned into 215 (at least)... why?.. simple math can deduce that thoery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;200 - 5 (who managed to squeeze their way into the train..) = 195&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;195 + 25 (who just arrived to wait for the train) = 215.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i thought to myself, "&lt;em&gt;omfg, if i'm to wait like this, i'll get to college, i guess, by the year 2021 la.. plus or minus a lil bit.. gotta think..&lt;/em&gt;" and as i was thinking, the second train arrived.. guess what? THE SAME BLOODY SCENARIO AGAIN.. instead of the people waiting reducing, it increased because the train was again resembled a can of sardines more than a public transportation vehicle..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[somewhere deep inside my heart, i had wished i had a bazooka or something.. or a grenade.. with so many people in there.. wooooo.. think of the blood spatter!!! of those &lt;strong&gt;ppl&lt;/strong&gt; la.. the rest would have been shielded from the blast or somehow survived, unscathed.. :P ahh.. ridding the world of pests of society..]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i said, "&lt;em&gt;fuck it&lt;/em&gt;"..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;called my mum and told her i'm coming home to take the car to college la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there, RM2.50 wasted... haihzz.. that could have paid a considerable total of my toll..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went back home, and heard the engine of the car already running... my mum had the good thought of warming the my "old faithful" up.. hahah.. it helps.. thx mum! then went on to kesas and on to subang la..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, the journey was kinda normal, nothin much.. mostly sped through traffic, cutitng here and there.. trying to improve myself i guess.. some of the older folk drivers were glaring at me, showing their disapproval that a madman like me can be let loose on the streets.. oh well, PISS OFF! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then, nearing subang, an announcement on the radio came on.. and boy was i glad to hear it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Due to unforseen circumstances, the PUTRA LRT today has encountered a slight 'technical' problem from the Pasar Seni station to &lt;strong&gt;Kelana Jaya&lt;/strong&gt;. We also advise patrons to find alternative ways to get to their destination. Service will probably resume in a couple of hours or more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i was like, OMFG.. i can't believe my friggin luck!!! &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/strong&gt;.. i'm the luckiest person! *BIG GIGANTIC GRIN* then secretly, in my heart, i was thanking all the idiots today who pushed and shoved their way to get into the train, those bafoons who had to choose today of all days to take public transport for the first time, those &lt;em&gt;'sui &lt;/em&gt;yees' who wanted to squeeze in so desperately that i was so turned off about taking the train, those lazy farkers who need to use a lift to walk up 30 odd steps and those assholes who make this country famous for their pickpockets.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOMO ARIGATO GOZAIMASU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. i ended up having the last laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, fageeh, you were kinda right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GOD FRIGGIN LOVES ME!&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112066075402582692?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112066075402582692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112066075402582692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112066075402582692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112066075402582692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-loves-me.html' title='God loves me..'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112048865002265743</id><published>2005-07-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:50:50.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emptiness..</title><content type='html'>Music Playing: Bokutachi no Yukue ( Hitomi Takahashi )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, it's such a boring day and coincidently, my brain is on a permanent &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt; gear today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i don't have anything to blog about today.. you know those days where you have that disability to write or engage in anything creative or artistic.. i'm having that today.. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college started out well today.. went for maths.. learnt some new stuff (finally) that i've never learnt in skool.. previously it was all like revision of my form 5 work and i gotta say it was BLARDEE easy.. ahahahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though easy, i kinda screwed up a bit in the tests... haha.. guess i was overconfident la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been through 2 tests as of today, and the first one, i thought i could ace it, cuz it was mainly basic stuff, but i got like 70.5 out of 82.. when i got back the paper, i was like stunned liao.. and the mistakes i did was like drawing the line wrongly on the number line and that cost me like 8 marks.. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tulan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already at that time.. arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;the second one just passed a couple of days ago and guess wad.. the same thing happened again.. out of 62 marks, i got 50.5.. i, for the second time, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tulan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; again.. and turn out this time, the blardee negative sign &lt;em&gt;ie:&lt;/em&gt; (-) caused me to lose 7 marks.. cuz i didn't put it in the beginning of the question and the whole question went to hell.. turned out that that question had to be the longest and filled with the most juicy marks.. haihzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came english. nothin happened in particular.&lt;br /&gt;then came computer. nothin happened in particular. i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;rack &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(pool centre)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to wait for julia to finish her classes. played a while, then headed down to meet her.. proceeded to A&amp;amp;W's for float and curly fries. (tasted like fine cuisine to my hungry and famished stomach..) then headed to ervin's house, but he wasn't there. called a cab and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched pool on tv. live world championships in taipei. earl strickland is a 5'10" dick. he's good but a big cock talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat on the computer til now. had a break to eat fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, found something i wanna ask you ppl out there.. hmm.. kinda stupid to ask now.. hahahaahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wanna join malaysian idol. period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just to join for fun la. to see how far i can go. yes, yes, yes, i know what you're thinking.. you're thinking that everyone also joins malaysian idol for that particular reason la.. but in the end still end up singing like toads and frogs with a bad throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but the big problem is, i don't really wanna be Q-ing alone for 6 hours just to go for the Pre-Auditions.. hmm.. should i go for it? close friends of mine (you know who you are.. *wink*) are encouraging me to go for it.. but still, gotta ask the public whether they would want me to pollute their tv screens or not rite?.. ahhaa.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, anyone who wants to join next year, tell me.. i'll be your companion.. hahahahha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today's post is dedicated to Luther Vandross, who died recently after a long fight with stroke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i salute him. can sing even though he was crippled and sang so beautifully indeed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;may his soul still sing with the angels..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112048865002265743?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112048865002265743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112048865002265743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112048865002265743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112048865002265743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/07/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness..'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112040188663502610</id><published>2005-07-03T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T22:45:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post..</title><content type='html'>Wah, am I a happy man! Finally, after 2 weeks of suffering of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I-Hate-Art&lt;/strong&gt; syndrome&lt;/span&gt;, I'm finally blardee cured! This bloody assignment has been giving me the headaches when I think of it and making me more lazy when I'm not doing it because when I think about art, there's no difference when I'm thinking about sleeping.. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, I still remember the first day that my teacher gave us the topic for the next assignment.. She said: "&lt;em&gt;OK class, here's the handout for your next assignment.. You're going to be doing an effects essay on... *&lt;/em&gt;drums playing.....*&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ART!&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;" I was like &lt;strong&gt;YAY!!! FRIGGIN ART, MY MOST FRIGGIN FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN THE FRIGGIN UNIVERSE OF ALL FRIGGIN TIME.. GOD I HAVE TO CELEBRATE AND POP THE CHAMPAGNE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought that was really going through my mind was: "&lt;em&gt;Oh greaaaaaatt.. Purrrrfect.. It's bad enough that I have this big motherboard project I'm supposed to do, I now have to think like an artist who's crazy enough to draw a box and call it art because it has a bloody hidden friggin meaning..&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, in the end, I still have to do.. Cuz it's like 20% of my whole semester and I have no choice but to sacrifice precious brain cells to engage in a boring, time-slowing activity.. MEGA-SIGH!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the torture began lo.. Friggin difficult to understand those so called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXPERT VIEWS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on art man.. They talk a lot of cock and bull in the papers and.. arrrgghhh.. summing it all up, it was total BULLSHIT.. of course, that's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IMHO&lt;/span&gt; la.. hahahahahaha.. (In My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Opinion.. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;read julia's blog today and read bout cheer 2005 and all.. and i sorta thought la.. hmm.. what is the percentage of BOYS who watch cheerleading shows to see the skill of the girls, how they're able to throw them friends in the air and &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt; catch them (hehehe), how they can synchronize their routine and all that la.. i mean, i can bet my &lt;em&gt;family jewels&lt;/em&gt; that 90% of MALE HOMOSAPIENS go there to check out the girls lo.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if you're wondering where the other 10% goes to.. they're made up of :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Geeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nerds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Male-Looking-Females&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;am i right or not?.. kekek.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;then there's the Sri Garden team la.. OMG man.. although i used to support them la, cuz like i'm super patriotic for my skool (i dunno why..), i find that now, what they're doing is utter and total waste of time ler.. i mean, if they continue to lose like that.. why participate in the first place?.. yes i know there's all the sportsmanship shit and all, but if you really aim to win, (like you should in everything you do), start practising hard from now la for next year's competition la!.. go do more public shows la, so that you'll build your confidence and stop dropping your friends like bombs... hmmmphh.. people never learn..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;also, i think that jaclyn victor is great but not godlike yet.. hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;gemilang.. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;today went to KLCC to get a book for my next english assignment.. dunno why the teacher asked us to get a book called the little prince by (get this..) &lt;em&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;/em&gt;.. some super dead french writer la.. hmm.. first i thought: "&lt;em&gt;wah, the writer so lan yeng wan his name.. must be a good novel or something la..&lt;/em&gt;" so i reached there lo, and went straight to kinokuniya to get it la.. so went there, searched high and low for it in the novels, science fiction, classics, even bloody ROMANCE.. still cannot find it.. then gave up, went to the Info counter and ask lo.. wah, she &lt;em&gt;yat lan yeh&lt;/em&gt; tell me.. go to this isle and row, you'll find the book, handing me a piece of paper with gibberish numbers.. so i ask her where roughly is this?.. her answer :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CHILDREN'S DEPARTMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i &lt;em&gt;char&lt;/em&gt; lan doz.. wtf?.. i'm supposed to buy a children's book for my assignment? OMFG.. so i walk there, and spent another 10 minutes searching, and found it.. OMFG, inside got BIG WORDS somemore!!! i mean, it's been like forever since i read a book with BIG &lt;strong&gt;BOLD&lt;/strong&gt; WORDS!! then i say.. wah.. i really have to read this? then as if the insult wasn't bad enuff (i was looking for a book in an isle filled with little kids and small children reading to themselves aloud..) i looked at the price tag..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFFFFFFG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;36.80&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;man!!! that's a novel's price for a children's book!!! what is this world becoming into.. OMFG.. i stunned liao.. haihzzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;here's what it looks like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/divinition/littleprince.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i officially feel like a sui yee now..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;g'nite..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(PS: in the beginning i wanted to try and cultivate the habit of typing in proper big letters and all, but midway through.. i just said.. just screw it la.. mafan.. muahahahaha.. :P )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112040188663502610?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112040188663502610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112040188663502610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112040188663502610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112040188663502610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/07/random-post.html' title='Random Post..'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112023232935491446</id><published>2005-07-01T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:52:49.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is My World View...</title><content type='html'>hmmm.. was blog-surfing tonite.. since i got nothin to do, and particularlly nothin to blog about... then i came across a blog by an american fella.. posted his results on a survey he did based on the question: &lt;strong&gt;"What Is My World View?"&lt;/strong&gt;.. so i like thought to myself, "&lt;em&gt;oh, what the heck.. just give it a try and see la.. hahaah&lt;/em&gt;" and so i did and wah.. first thing that struck me when i saw the questions.. "&lt;em&gt;hmm.. this is no child's play.. the questions are quite deep.. lemme put some of my lazy braincells to work..&lt;/em&gt;" and so i did, and &lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;, here are the results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You scored as Romanticist. Romanticism encourages society to look backwards to find our solutions. Your rationale is that things were much better a few hundred years ago so we should thus look back to those times and replace them in our modern society. You believe in a simple life and that the complexities of the modern world have turned it upside down.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;the other choices of err.. 'personalities' that i could have gotten were (according to popularity):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cultural Creative&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romanticist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Existentialist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fundamentalist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Materialist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modernist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Idealist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post-Modernist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=23320"&gt;What is Your World View? (updated)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmmm.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;romanticist&lt;/span&gt;.. first time hearing that word.. do you guys think that's true of me?.. that i'm a hopeless romantic, who pours all his love into something or someone?? and is kinda hopeless bout it?.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh.. the past.. brings back so many good memories but in the same time, also crushes my heart to think back.. hmmmm.. i know one thing though.. these memories will truly stand the test of time and be with me for as long as i live.. oh god..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it hurts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(btw, comment on the new skin yeah?.. i kinda like it la.. ermm.. but do you guys think it's nice?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112023232935491446?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112023232935491446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112023232935491446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112023232935491446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112023232935491446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-is-my-world-view.html' title='What Is My World View...'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-112005530918832334</id><published>2005-06-29T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:28:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antics of M'sians..</title><content type='html'>i admit, i'm a public transport boy.. even at 18, with a driver's licence, i don't have a car like a lot of my friends do.. some ways it's good, sometimes it's not.. (like it's kinda difficult to go where you want.. but when friends are around.. you can get around fairly easy.. not that i'm taking advantage of anyone OK???) but i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the only one like this in malaysia rite??? so no need to worry-lah.. and also, taking the train to college is kinda fun actually.. everyday i get to see people, or should i say malaysians.. at their worst.. really.. the kiasu attitude &lt;em&gt;LIVE&lt;/em&gt; from any Putra LRT station..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to college like quite early everyday ler.. although i don't have class til 930, i usually reach like 830 wan lah.. to make a long story short, i haf to board the train that comes at exactly 7.18am, or i'll be like in subang at 900am.. (cuz of the traffic jams when i'm taking the bus and all la.. ) so when i board the train, it's filled with basically office going people, and only a handful of college going students.. even though my station is like 3 stations away from the end of a line, when i get to board it, it's like 85% full all the time.. and malaysia would be snowing if i had a seat available at that time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was like 2 days ago, and when i boarded the train, there was this yong-sui looking malay lady la.. and i noticed her not because she was yong sui la.. but because she looked a lot like my previous &lt;strong&gt;Bahasa Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt; teacher.. [ WE SHALL NOT NAME NAMES HERE.. XD ] so she was like standing la.. but not standing like how a normal civilised human being would stand in a public place.. its like there are poles to hold on in the train rite? one hand was holding to it, the other holding those &lt;em&gt;makcik&lt;/em&gt; bags hunched, head hanging down and leaning on the pole, knees bent, and eyes closed la.. it was really an ugly sight la.. she was almost snoring.. so i was like thinking to myself la.. "&lt;em&gt;wah, this woman like defies a lot of basic physic rules la.. standing and sleeping like that.. let's see, i thought only spacemen could sleep like that in zero-gravity?? even with the train swerving right and left and braking suddenly, she can still hang on to the pole and continue to wander in the land of dreams.. so there's the Rule of Inertia proven wrong..&lt;/em&gt;" of course, at that time i was clearly amazed by our &lt;strong&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH&lt;/strong&gt; spirit la.. not bad huh?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that's not enough, she woe up in one of the stops la.. just as another seated passenger departed, leaving the seat for the taking.. so i saw it first, and i walked to it la.. just before i could rest my legs and seat my lean arse on the metal but comfortable seat, that woman like barge through 3 or 4 people and as quick as lightning, not showing any sluggishness of sleep, dumped her backside on the seat and snored away.. i was like, "&lt;em&gt;OMG, the &lt;strong&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH&lt;/strong&gt; woman struck again..&lt;/em&gt;" so of course i was like discontented la.. (ironically, i now realise i'm also a kiasu fella.. hahaha) then i stood infront of her for another few stations, glaring at her so much.. (i was hoping the glare went through thosed glued closed eyes.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then luckily, the next station i found a seat in front of her la.. continued studying "Subject &lt;strong&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH&lt;/strong&gt;".. and saw that she had already drifted into a deeper state of sleep that I, the Ph.D holder in Sleepology, can only dream about la.. she was like so into her sleep that she was beginning to break free of the shackles of gravity.. hahahaha.. which means like she was beginning to lean left and right la.. haha.. &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS SO FREAKING FUNNY MAN!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i saw the person next to her like.. like her expression totally said everything la.. "&lt;em&gt;WTFF??? what the fark is this yong sui lady doing??? leaning on me as if i'm her pillow she can drool all over.. i guess i'll wake her up.."&lt;/em&gt; then she proceeded to nudge her a bit la.. of course, Ms. &lt;strong&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH&lt;/strong&gt; had to preserve her reputation a bit la.. she didn't wake up lo.. then this nudging and leaning continued like for the next like 4 or 5 stations la.. on both the left and right sides..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, people got the picture and left the 2 seats open for the fat yongsui &lt;strong&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH&lt;/strong&gt; lady to sleep in place.. hahaha.. in the end, she knocked her head a bit and woke up and perfect timing if i should say so.. cause it was her station to get off anyway.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back, i guess she was quite cunning in her skill to achieve ultimate seat defence.. hmm.. perhaps i should learn from the master.. i hope i'll bump into her and hopefully take a pic with her la.. hahahahahahha.. til next time.. (sure got more funny kiasu malaysians.. hahaha.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitex!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-112005530918832334?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/112005530918832334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=112005530918832334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112005530918832334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/112005530918832334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/06/antics-of-msians.html' title='Antics of M&apos;sians..'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-111927812092449378</id><published>2005-06-20T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:35:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Life...</title><content type='html'>arrggh! College life is kinda frustrating!!! firstly, it's the transport! secondly, it's the times! thirdly, it's kinda the distractions!! OMG.. hahaha.. it's frustrating but kinda funny in a way.. oh well, read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on most days, since i live in ampang, which is like half-a-universe away from subang, i have to take the LRT aka "&lt;em&gt;lousy retarded transport&lt;/em&gt;" to college ler.. and because the friggin journey takes like 1 and a half hours of my life, i haf to get up earlier than a lot of my college friends.. so i haf to awaken fom my peaceful slumber at around 630am.. yes yes yes, i know what all of you are like thinking.. you're thinking, "&lt;em&gt;WTF? you think you wake early??? wad about me??.. i haf to wake.. bla bla bla AM in the morning!!!"&lt;/em&gt; but you gotta remember.. i only start class at 930AM man! thats another like an hour of sleep if i drive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you ask, why don't you drive???? cuz i'm poor, and i only have 2 cars at home.. (one is a company car btw.. lame..) and my mum needs to fetch my brother from skool when he's off at 330.. I CAN'T GUARANTEE I'LL BE ABLE TO "FINISH" AT 330 AND BE BACK HOME! hahaha.. of course have to wander around with my friends.. hehehehehhe.. and it's like going to cost an arm and leg to drive.. ponder this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros of Driving to College :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can sleep longer = More rest. (Although I'll still be sleepy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can reach faster = More time to &lt;em&gt;yum cha&lt;/em&gt; and eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get to play with other cars on the road.. kekeke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get to listen to music while driving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cons of Driving to College :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super Super Super expensive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expensive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never back early form college, so bro haf to take taxi = expensive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;so you see, it's painful to go to college everyday.. but what has to be, has to be.. haihzz.. oh well, i'll get a car in the US.. &lt;a href="http://www1.mitsubishicars.com/MMSA/ModelConfig?ModelID=27&amp;TrimID=383&amp;amp;DestinationServlet=Self&amp;1119277420281"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mitsubishi Evolution VIII MR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. muahahhaa.. will have to work hard.. real hard for this baby.. hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;going on to my next point.. the times are soemtimes crazy.. haha.. why i say so? partly, it is my fault.. i was the one who chose the times and now i'm paying the consequences.. i thought in the beginning that if i arrange all my classes together.. like all one-shot.. i'll be able to finish earlier and have more free time.. well, that i achieved.. but at the price of total and utter rush.. haha.. every MONDAY and WEDNESDAY, i have classes from 930am til 2pm, STRAIGHT.. 3pm for wednesdays.. (&amp;amp;**#%#*@! extra classes) and i have no break in between whatsoever to eat or satisfy my stomach... *growl... and every tuesday OR thursday, i'll come to subang, as my friends say.. "for fuck".. i only have one miserable class.. one hour.. all the way here and only 60 minutes of learning.. OMFG, it like takes me 1 and a HALF hours to get here in the first place.. haha.. so well, it's all brought on my me actually, but that doesn't mean i can't SULK ABOUT IT! :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finally, the DISTRACTIONS!!! you see, college life is like how you arrange your timetable.. and a lot of the time, my freetime isnt' the same as those of my friends.. so i like have the tendency to err.. err... ponteng.. hehee... i know it's bad.. i know.. but i can't help it.. and of course there's my new favourite past time.. Winning Eleven 8.. just got up with the fever and i'll like now spend a lot of time in the PS2 shops.. training.. hahahahaah.. so yeah.. distractions... you either like them or it likes you more.. haihzz..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah.. and before i forget, i changed my HP NUMBER EVERYONE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;012-323 7871&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quote of the day : You're either in it, or behind it... (Evolution 8 MR)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-111927812092449378?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/111927812092449378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=111927812092449378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/111927812092449378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/111927812092449378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/06/college-life.html' title='College Life...'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13608644.post-111867355340206773</id><published>2005-06-13T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:39:13.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel Life</title><content type='html'>i'm starting this blog off with a bad experience i had today.. i got to witness, first hand, how cruel and meaningless life is.. and how it can be taken away in a split second..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: ANY CAT OR KITTEN LOVERS, READER DESCRETION ADVISED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i drove to college today.. on the way back , i had to drop by skool to pick my bro.. as the day was still young, i asked scott out for a "spot of tea".. went for a drink, and subsequently, still it was too early to head for skool.. so we decided to go pay a lil visit to our ex-educators.. upon reaching skool, (OMFG, it was freaking hot..) i parked my car, and we walked towards the skool, laughing, and joking around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was when we reached the main entrance to the skool, (you know, the part where the old torn down guard house used to be..) we noticed a small, &lt;em&gt;kawaii&lt;/em&gt;, and not to mention, hapless, defenceless and judging by what happened.. kinda brainless (literally) kitten trying to cross the road.. [uggghhhh] it started on it's quest to get to the other side when suddenly, an MPV came rolling.. and well, you know what happened ler.. the kitten got run over.. but miraculously, it was still living!! and kicking about.. i guessed that it had some broken bones, but still alive, and "intact" if i may say so.. so i was like.. thank god.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but then, another car, a kia spectra if i'm not mistaken.. came strolling along.. stopped short of the kitten's head but then the kitten with (according to scott) 4 lives remaining out of the 9, ran out of luck.. i was like trying to get the driver's attention!! waving my hand and all.. but it all happened so quickly.. she stepped on the pedal and *squishhhh* right on the skull of the kitten.. consequently, it kinda... err.. err.. went like a baloon popped.. [uggggghhhhhhh x1000000] then after the "murder" did she look or sorta stare at me and did the hand motion depicting: "wad? wad???" and i said.. "cat cat!!!" and i was like, screw you man.. and i walked off.. leaving the "corpse" of kitten to be rolled over more.. [note that i refer to it as corpse and not carcass, bacause i feel so bad for it.. :( ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on the way into the skool, i began to think, think that life is really unpredictable.. i mean, it can be normally progressing and *snap* as a bruptly as that, ending so brutally.. then i realised that it's not only life that's so cruel, it's also the same case in everything we engage ourselves in.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't think i'll be able to sleep tonite.. the little cruel movie keeps playing in my head.. i hate it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RIP lil kitty.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13608644-111867355340206773?l=divinition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/feeds/111867355340206773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13608644&amp;postID=111867355340206773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/111867355340206773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13608644/posts/default/111867355340206773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divinition.blogspot.com/2005/06/cruel-life.html' title='Cruel Life'/><author><name>divinition</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15325793662929567039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
