<?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-7570766760775784398</id><updated>2011-12-07T20:19:34.637+08:00</updated><category term='f-ed up'/><category term='Happy moments'/><category term='TV series'/><category term='Weird dreams'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='whateva'/><category term='NS'/><category term='Results'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='EMO'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='MMU'/><category term='Music'/><category term='hang kai'/><category term='Hall of Fame'/><category term='Survey'/><category term='ASSHOLES'/><category term='Anger and Frustrations'/><category term='LOLWTF'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='FEAR'/><category term='hometown'/><category term='yumcha'/><category term='words of wisdom'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='MyPath'/><title type='text'>My new island, my new escape</title><subtitle type='html'>Rules are meant to be broken! 
Know the rules, and break it 
anyway you want, 
anywhere you want and 
anytime you want!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-5188478683399963110</id><published>2011-12-07T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T20:19:34.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random shit</title><content type='html'>Just read this article about astrologists discovering a planet which is might be habitable. Read the post here, &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-16040655"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-16040655&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading it, I just had this thought that we are not originally from this planet earth. Possibly, the first generation on earth migrated from their planet as well. They came here with their knowledge and logic about their previous planet and found that they cant apply any of them here on earth and became insane or died because they cant accept the logic of this planet, earth. They remaining ones resort to their primal instincts and forgot about reason. They lived like that for awhile and that was when they start to understand the planet earth little by little, discovering fire, steam engine, so on so forth until today. Now that the human race has achieved knowledge and exploited the earth, the planet earth is dying and probably someday not suitable anymore to be lived in. Then we go in search of another planet like earth. One day we might go there and so, repeat what we have done here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit can be made into a movie! Steven Spielberg! It's your queue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-5188478683399963110?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/5188478683399963110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=5188478683399963110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5188478683399963110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5188478683399963110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2011/12/random-shit.html' title='Random shit'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-1749072399995973304</id><published>2011-10-19T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:59:36.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Start of my last two trimester</title><content type='html'>This is the first week of my 2nd trimester for my final year and I am already feeling packed. Its like opening a door to another room but that room is filled with water and the water just washes you away. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, got my final year project title already. I am supposed to make a cyclone dust separator simulation. Was really in a dilemma when I wanted to choose between this (pure simulation work) and making a trebuchet (pure mechanical). I chose simulation instead because I will be able to learn in depth on ANSYS software will I will be using. My uncle did told me the other day as well that engineering has gone in to the stage where everything is done using simulation. So, I believe I better start practicing first eventhough I rather do prototyping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training was a bliss. Somehow I am lucky to be accepted into such a wonderful company, OYL R&amp;amp;D. Very well organized and communication between all departments and sections is good. I wonder if I will go there again but definitely this is going to be my standard I will be looking for when I come out and work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-1749072399995973304?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/1749072399995973304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=1749072399995973304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1749072399995973304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1749072399995973304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2011/10/start-of-my-last-two-trimester.html' title='Start of my last two trimester'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-4259975469866595073</id><published>2011-06-25T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T11:54:46.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><title type='text'>Training in O.Y.L. R&amp;D</title><content type='html'>Lazy to type so much. Overall, I enjoyed it. People are friendly there, well most of them are. Enjoying myself learning about the stuff I dont really fancy when I was studying fluid and heat transfer. Quite ironic....hahaha. Now I know, with the right people, everything is enjoyable. Well, that is only half true because in the end, it's the attitude of the learner that counts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing is they treat me like a baby, so concerned about my safety. Small stuff like opening the casing of an indoor air-cond unit (wall-mount), manager ask me to ask technician for help. Guess what...with a little study on an already opened unit and a screw driver, I opened it myself. MUAHAHA. I am no baby, I am no fragile person that small physical stuff can break me, I am...cant find the words. Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-4259975469866595073?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/4259975469866595073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=4259975469866595073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4259975469866595073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4259975469866595073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2011/06/training-in-oyl-r.html' title='Training in O.Y.L. R&amp;D'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-4160848162048033258</id><published>2011-05-04T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:04:16.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyPath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>I lack self-esteem</title><content type='html'>When I am faced with something unknown, I always feel inferior. Sometimes I even get myself worried till I think of all the negative things about me and how I will be unable to pull through.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sent letters of application to companies back in December. Only last month and this morning did 2 companies called me offering a placement. Guess what? I already got my placement 2 months ago but it is not from my own application, rather I asked my university to apply for me. I should have called. My mom nagged and nagged me about this. It is not because I am lazy that I did not call any of the companies. I felt very very inferior at that time, thinking that I am nothing, just a speck of dust. My mom would not understand. Probably she went through this before like 30 years ago, and it would be like a pebble blocking her way but it felt like a sky scrapper blocking my way. Same way with how easy SPM would be for me now than 4 years back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson I hope I learned is to have more faith in myself. I am not that bad....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-4160848162048033258?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/4160848162048033258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=4160848162048033258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4160848162048033258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4160848162048033258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-lack-self-esteem.html' title='I lack self-esteem'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-3177949562092557427</id><published>2011-04-25T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:17:30.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyPath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Interfaith talk 19: Life after death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*&lt;i&gt;Sensitive issue, please stop reading if at any time you find my review is offensive. You have been warned.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what I summarized from the talk from the 4 speakers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion A:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aim: To be at god's feet (stop of rebirth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive: Good Karma and rebirths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion B:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aim: To live in heaven with fellow believers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive: After life justice and believing in ......(the impression I get is fear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aim: Get out of the "samsara" cycle (rebirth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive: Achieving balance, no good karma, no bad karma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aim: Go to heaven, live in pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive: Believe in.... and that pleasure is awaiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question I asked: When we are reborn we carry the karma of the past but not our memories. What thinking should we have when we are faced with a suffering that is possibly due to bad karma that we dont remember accumulating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Answer: We must understand that this sufferings are due to karma and accept it openly, whole-heartedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I think: Probably the speaker is right, when you accept something openly, whole-heartedly, it hurts less than trying to reason out, "why me? what have I done?". That said, it is also not easy to accept suffering unlike accepting joy and happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike the other questions by other students such as, "what is in 'your' heaven?", I think mine is more practical. By asking what your heaven has to offer, are you implying that if the other religion offers a better heaven, I will ditch my religion and join that religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a personal view, I find it offensive when someone says, I will be punished for not accepting a certain religion when I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-3177949562092557427?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/3177949562092557427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=3177949562092557427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3177949562092557427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3177949562092557427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2011/04/interfaith-talk-19-life-after-death.html' title='Interfaith talk 19: Life after death'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7611005457143278057</id><published>2011-04-17T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:29:13.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>English English...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had my Malaysian University English Test (MUET). I was tested on my reading, writing and listening. Considering it is an official whole nation English test, I expect the invigilator to give instructions in English. However, it came to my surprise when she started giving instructions in Malay. I felt awkward, like I was back in secondary school taking some mid term paper. Throughout the 4 years in University, no matter what paper I am sitting for, the instructions were always spoken out in English. Then, an English paper with the instructions spoken in Malay. My lecturer told me that day that Malaysian was once very welcome in England because we were once that good and they can understand us. Not anymore. All I can say is, Malaysia Boleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-7611005457143278057?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/7611005457143278057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=7611005457143278057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7611005457143278057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7611005457143278057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2011/04/english-english.html' title='English English...'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6767965505964361600</id><published>2011-03-24T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:21:29.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO'/><title type='text'>Who am I bluffing...</title><content type='html'>Moody right now. A mixture of ups and downs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6767965505964361600?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6767965505964361600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6767965505964361600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6767965505964361600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6767965505964361600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-am-i-bluffing.html' title='Who am I bluffing...'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-5181264103863709973</id><published>2011-03-20T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:32:17.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Beauty and Grace: a perfect combination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p22IaOC90j8/TYdvay1CEpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/KQLJjlmT0wo/s1600/beauty%2Band%2Bgrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p22IaOC90j8/TYdvay1CEpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/KQLJjlmT0wo/s400/beauty%2Band%2Bgrace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586556368887878290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days, I happen to be a working committee for MMU Invitational Taekwondo Tournament. Ah...Taekwondo...the memories...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I saw a perfect combination of beauty and grace in this one girl. She is from Koryo, a Taekwondo club in KL. Never heard of this club before but from these two days, I witnessed and learned for myself that they produce champions to represent Malaysia in international games like the SEA games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first day, she asked me "where is the toilet?" and I was a little stunned by her beauty that at the moment I caught a glimpse of her I quickly turn away (my natural reaction when I see a beautiful girl, I dont know why). On the first day she only had one match cause in her category (age and weight), there is only 2 participants (she herself and another girl). She lost that match but right away had a silver in her hands. I caught myself looking at her and for her a...LOT of times on this day. Lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the second day, she joined the open category tournament as well (they dont look at your age, only your weight). I was totally impressed at her performance for the first match. A few kicks to the head and her opponent gives up. The same thing happened on the second and final match. A few blows to the head and her opponent gives up. Anyway throughout this day I stole some looks at her admiring her beauty as well as her graceful performance in the arena. When the day ended though, I felt sad. Dont know when will I be able to see her again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like a stalker these two days, keep looking at her...Wonder if this is normal or will I one day go mad and really become a stalker. I even thought of seeing a counselor for help...I AM A POTENTIAL STALKER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-5181264103863709973?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/5181264103863709973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=5181264103863709973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5181264103863709973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5181264103863709973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2011/03/beauty-and-grace-perfect-combination.html' title='Beauty and Grace: a perfect combination'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p22IaOC90j8/TYdvay1CEpI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/KQLJjlmT0wo/s72-c/beauty%2Band%2Bgrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7222366567248666384</id><published>2011-01-02T10:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T11:49:26.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>MMU Charity Fest 2010: Charity Night 30/12/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The charity this time is dedicated to the Persatuan Autism Melaka Tengah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autism is a condition that can happen to children as early as 18 months. Children can suddenly lose their ability to communicate for example, a child that was able to call papa/mama suddenly just lose that ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This condition is &lt;b&gt;treatable &lt;/b&gt;but not cureable. Meaning, children who has this condition can be helped so that they can lead a better life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can be extremely good in certain thing, in order words, geniuses. But, it must be discovered early in order to help it develop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the centres all over the world do is that, they help parents understand and be able to cope with their child (they can be a pain for those who do not know how to handle them) and also provide training and guidance for the child to develop their communication skills once again. The most important part of all, the centres are opened so that these children are acknowledge and accepted by the community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"At a glance, they look just like a normal kid, even more pretty and handsome than most of you but the way that they behave is totally different than all of you. They are in their own world" said the leader of the Persatuan Autism Melaka Tengah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For further info on autism, visit this &lt;a href="http://www.autistica.org.uk/"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt;. (I dont want to give wrong info)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TR_nOqa43UI/AAAAAAAAA2I/0KWfMOdGNw0/s1600/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TR_nOqa43UI/AAAAAAAAA2I/0KWfMOdGNw0/s400/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557414704289733954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TR_nOdnlAeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/bzoWKutjZc4/s1600/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TR_nOdnlAeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/bzoWKutjZc4/s400/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557414700853297634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TR_nOE-bvII/AAAAAAAAA14/T5_SZrkUzzk/s1600/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TR_nOE-bvII/AAAAAAAAA14/T5_SZrkUzzk/s400/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557414694238272642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TR_nNwRXfWI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KcYcKqO3Zoo/s400/DSC00546.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557414688680541538" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TR_nNmRZ1aI/AAAAAAAAA1o/uMGr4F1Q8v4/s1600/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TR_nNmRZ1aI/AAAAAAAAA1o/uMGr4F1Q8v4/s400/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557414685996340642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-7222366567248666384?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/7222366567248666384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=7222366567248666384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7222366567248666384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7222366567248666384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2011/01/mmu-charity-fest.html' title='MMU Charity Fest 2010: Charity Night 30/12/2010'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TR_nOqa43UI/AAAAAAAAA2I/0KWfMOdGNw0/s72-c/DSC00549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-674956103863966168</id><published>2010-12-23T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:18:44.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyPath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Engineering...busy course</title><content type='html'>Recently, I joined this even called, "Can You Talk?". The reason is to of course improve my presentation and communication skills. Of course, I would not just simply join an event like this but Siraj (my orientation committee MC) was part of the organizing committee and he is a great MC. So, I decided why not...It was interesting minus the lectures on communications. There I even got to practice being an MC in front of the other contestants of course with a given situation. I did pretty well I guess. The only thing I actually want to improve is to take notice of my audience instead of ignoring them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in secondary school, one of my seniors gave me an advice to ignore the crowd, sort of like look pass through them, then you wont be afraid. Since then, it has become a habit that I dont look into my audiences' eyes and just ignored them. However, I think to be a perfect presenter, you must take notice of your audiences' facial expression in order to change your presentation style according to them, in other words, a dynamic presenter. The advice they gave me was, why must you be afraid? what is the reason to be afraid? then once you know that there is nothing to be afraid of, then you wont be afraid anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the one day training camp, I felt more confident already. Even after 3 years presenting in MMU, I still get shaky legs when I talk in front of a crowd. Then, there was a competition. First part is to choose whether to be an MC for a formal event or an informal event, or choose to broadcast (like those in supermarket telling you there is a sale) or choose to be a tv host where you have to interview someone. I chose to be an informal MC because I tried formal MC back in the training camp already. So, I wanted something different and formal MC is quite fixed the things you have to do. The most exciting part is, my exam and the competition is just an hour away. So, I did my part and went for my exam and came back to continue the second part of the competition. For the second part of the competition, we have to do a public speaking. I got this super lame title which is, "plants have feelings too"...we were given 5 minutes and I used like 2 minutes to explain the various possibilities that plants might have feelings all the time thinking, "what the hell?! plants dont have feelings". When I stopped the judges was like, "that's it???". I told them that I dont have anything else to say and it is against my belief that plants have feelings. Then they asked me to tell them why. So, I continued with plants got no soul etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I did not win the competition but I got to know from the judges that I got number 3 and I am the best informal MC among the rest. HUAHAHAHA. Proud like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I get to my title. Comparing to business or whatever, I feel that Engineering students has the least time to hang around and join clubs and societies without compromising their studies. Why? I will tell you why. Long sem, Engineering students, max 6 subjects. For the six subjects 5 subjects got lab (like what I am having now). Taking an average of 2 lab sessions per subject, that makes each subject 6 hours of lab session. 6 times 5 equals an additional 30 hours per semester for engineering. To add to it, 5 subjects times 2 lab sessions each equals 10 lab sessions. 10 lab sessions equals 10 lab reports. Add with assignments for each subject, midterm for each subject, where got time left to spend on club activities or join events....after whole day in campus, come back to have some personal time, then sleep. To make it worse, the assignments dont promote socializing unless of course if you are asking for answers from your coursemates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-674956103863966168?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/674956103863966168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=674956103863966168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/674956103863966168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/674956103863966168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/12/engineeringbusy-course.html' title='Engineering...busy course'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6701627958101719137</id><published>2010-11-30T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:01:23.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Old man versus young boy</title><content type='html'>Today, I did a very random thing. I went in the lift in my faculty building to go to the third floor to submit my lab report (I seldom take the lift coz I hate the confined space and also to use reduce unnecessary waste of electric). I was alone at that time and when the lift door closes, a sudden thought strike me, the lift will be going up so it actually looks like I am flying if I imagine the lift was not there. Spontaneously I posed like superman with my right clenched fist stretched fully and my left fist to the side of my waist and at the same time the lift started moving. I felt so happy that time like a small kid in his own imaginary world flying like superman and that made me smile. When the lift stopped moving however, I ditched the pose and coolly walked out of the lift.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If someone would have seen me they might think I am crazy/weird/childish/etc. If I was a kid, they might think this kid is cheerful/imaginative/cute/etc. So different an assumption can be made from the same act. As we grow up we constantly add an anchor to ourselves restricting us from doing this and that, even the small silly but harmless things that puts a smile on our face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: Used to run as fast as possible with the superman pose and feel the wind blowing at my face. Felt so good. Havent been running at top speed and feeling the air on my face for a very long time. Maybe this midterm break I will do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6701627958101719137?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6701627958101719137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6701627958101719137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6701627958101719137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6701627958101719137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-man-versus-young-boy.html' title='Old man versus young boy'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6341095734937175108</id><published>2010-11-16T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:50:30.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird dreams'/><title type='text'>Some stuff I read in the library</title><content type='html'>The other day, in between classes, I hanged out in the library and picked up a book to read. The book was something about health stuff. Then I got to a page that tells me I should not do any work or basically stress myself just before sleeping so that I will get a good night's rest. It recommended me to read a book maybe, something relaxing before going to bed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last night I read the collection of Sherlock Holmes adventures. This particular story is about how a step father killed his step daughter so that he can keep his wealth. After that, I went to bed. Guess what? I HAD A NIGHTMARE! hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started off with me sleeping, then someone practically threw a bunch of pillows and bolsters on my head and tried to suffocate me with them. As, I was not moving, the person might have thought I was dead so went off. After awhile, I pushed away the pillows and bolsters and find myself in my parents bedroom back in Kajang. Not finding anyone else in the bedroom, I ran towards my elder brother's room to find my father and mother sleeping. I tried to wake my father up and tell him about the person trying to suffocate me and at that moment, a glow of light appeared at the door of the bedroom. Then a figure appeared, it was an old lady, very old with wrinkles all around her face holding a candle light. She saw me and went, "Ooppss...." and smiled creepily. I was stunned and that image stuck there for awhile then I woke up and the first thing I saw was the curtain with some light shining on it from the opposite apartment. The curtain resembled the old lady with the candle. I dared not move for awhile. Suddenly I had the urge to pee because the night was cold but I still kept my position without moving a muscle and when my roommate shifted in his bed that I dared to move and took a look at my handphone beside me. It was just 2 am in the morning. I quickly went to the bathroom and peed then quickly went back to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That nightmare was so so freaky that I am having goosebumps just trying to remember and type this post. HOly shiet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6341095734937175108?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6341095734937175108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6341095734937175108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6341095734937175108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6341095734937175108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-stuff-i-read-in-library.html' title='Some stuff I read in the library'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2441303989033397377</id><published>2010-10-31T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T02:00:27.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random words + Chuck + Jay Chou</title><content type='html'>The dead walls I pondered upon&lt;div&gt;Chest pressing tightly against my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through every limbs the shiver ran wildly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distant light shot through the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Killing the cold air with a rush of comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The walls were once again alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am damn lazy to do any studying so instead I caught up with my "Chuck". It is now into the forth season with new enemy volkram or something like that, which has something to do with his mother, a new BUYMORE, still tackling lies about the spy thingy with his now pregnant sister, and trying to communicate more effectively with Sarah, his super spy girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, today I tried singing some of Jay Chou's songs by finding the pinyin for the songs and his songs I must admit, are not easy to sing. After about 3-4 songs, my throat kind of hurts probably because I strained it too much. But, I still continued with a flatter tone of course, had to take it easy. Then, it occured to me, what do these songs of his means? After I found the translated versions of the songs, I was impressed. The songs are very meaningful, not your typical "I miss you", "I love you", "I want you back" kind of lyrics. I was speechless at how he showed his feelings in the lyrics. WOO~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...raining now. SLEEP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2441303989033397377?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2441303989033397377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2441303989033397377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2441303989033397377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2441303989033397377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-words-chuck-jay-chou.html' title='Random words + Chuck + Jay Chou'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6776121901492105535</id><published>2010-10-28T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:01:55.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>Entering the second half of my degree</title><content type='html'>Now, I am in the second semester, 3rd year of my degree. When start to count, there is one, two, three, four more semester (not including this one) till I graduate. The first thing I realised is that, I am a bit bored of studying already. Every semester, taking in new stuff, assignment, final exam, then new semester again. All this repetition is boring me and wearing me out. Probably everything will change when I go for my Industrial Training in June 2011. After that, I will either have refresh myself and will again enjoy studying, or probably suer sick of studying and want to get right to inventing or making something or maybe just maintain something, whatever an engineer does. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this semester, after all those people left, I feel quite free. So, I decided to continue learning Japanese language and enrolled myself in a Japanese language class. Funny though when I entered the class, only four people enrolled in the class. At the end of the class, then only I realised there is another class and I was supposed to join that class because I had basics already which I picked up last semester from my foreign language subject. But nevermind, because I found myself a new mission now! due to the class that I joined. I hope everything goes well. I need to act fast! My reaction is always slow...haih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6776121901492105535?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6776121901492105535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6776121901492105535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6776121901492105535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6776121901492105535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/10/entering-second-half-of-my-degree.html' title='Entering the second half of my degree'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6129452757315663179</id><published>2010-10-17T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:13:45.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO'/><title type='text'>Feeling a bit sad =(</title><content type='html'>New semester. After 2 weeks of no proper sleep eventhough it was the holidays thanks to fluid dynamics, I am back in Malacca!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This semester however, it's going to be quite quiet coz basically, I am the only one of the A-03-08 that have not go to work. Everyone has gone and experience the working life. Makes me want to go to work too...They say enjoy your University life while you are still studying but I feel a bit left out here. Maybe after finding a new group of gang then I might overcome this. Seriously miss them, the noisiness and the laughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this semester I got a new roommate. My previous roommate Jackson has just joined the working community and my new roommate, his name is Jackson as well. What a coincidence eh...The main differences is that, he dont play basketball and he dont play DoTA. Maybe I can concentrate studying more now, who knows. Talking about this, this is my the 1...2...3...4...5...6th roommate in my three years of studies. It's hard tuning yourself so that you dont become a nuisance to your roommate. This is the 6th time I am going to tune myself. Hopefully, wont change again, but I have a feeling maybe I will have to again. It's just a hunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting the new semester with this song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLb8vB2iqUQ"&gt;Zac Poor - Meet me by the stairs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6129452757315663179?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6129452757315663179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6129452757315663179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6129452757315663179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6129452757315663179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/10/feeling-bit-sad.html' title='Feeling a bit sad =('/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7388132989043909814</id><published>2010-10-11T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:48:20.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>Nearly broke my toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before last week, the last time I played basketball was more than a month ago. Yesterday, I woke up sort of late for basketball with my friends. So I rushed and forgot my shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While playing, I wanted to block this guy's shot. Rarely, I found such a nice opportunity to block people, so I rushed in and smacked the ball. For his shot attempt, he jumped forward towards me. So, I jumped backwards to block his shot. The guy did not release the ball and continue to hold it in his hands which caused my whole body to sort of rotate towards being horizontal in mid-air. Then, I landed with only my left leg in the position shown below and my right leg stretched in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TLJpPP6r3tI/AAAAAAAAA1c/xBnf9xVg95s/s400/leg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526595403428650706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No other body part was in contact with the ground so that all my weight is supported only by my left leg. Fortunately, there is a moment (spinning action) still acting on my body which made my upper body lean towards the back. Feeling that my left leg is compressed to the maximum, my stomach muscle loosened and allow my body to lean to the back. Once my upper body nearly touched the floor, my right hand auto reacted by smacking the palm of my hand on the ground and my whole body came to equilibrium. It's like in the kungfu movies where the kungfu guy smackes the ground to bounce himself up again when falling just that I did not bounce up back. After that, I felt the joint in my toes aching but I still continued to play on. Adrenalin is a good thing; it makes you feel...no pain when supposingly you should be hurting like hell. Same thing happened when I sprained my right ankle last time, I continued playing with the help of adrenalin. hahaha...not until I came home did I felt the aching joints all over my left leg below the knee and on my right hand from the elbow down. "Basketball is physical sport. If there is no contact, it is not basketball." as quoted by the international referee that conducted the referee clinic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This post ends with a laugh on my side escaping the possibility of breaking my toes. WAHAHAHAHA =)&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/7570766760775784398-7388132989043909814?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/7388132989043909814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=7388132989043909814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7388132989043909814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7388132989043909814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/10/nearly-broke-my-toes.html' title='Nearly broke my toes'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TLJpPP6r3tI/AAAAAAAAA1c/xBnf9xVg95s/s72-c/leg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-217896005771153538</id><published>2010-10-04T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:40:58.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>Baby I'm back here~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey hey, after so long. finally i got the mood and time to update this blog. Last semester was super hectic with tons of assignments and those assignements aren't just your normal assignments. Here they are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TKlDIogq63I/AAAAAAAAA1E/84_FeRQiEFc/s400/P1110700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524020233539087218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first one. Had to organize a trip to a manufacturing company and write a report containing the manufacturing management techniques used by the company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TKlDIoAV71I/AAAAAAAAA1M/7wFN0zWnKOc/s400/assembly2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524020233403494226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is using a drawing software called CATIA to draw anything that contains five moving parts. You know what this is? It's a toilet flush mechanism! Proud of this thing but the marks the lecturer gave me was not that high... =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TKlDIxApNBI/AAAAAAAAA1U/UIY_QOi0hlU/s400/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524020235820676114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third is this thing here. Using a CNC milling machine, we need to think of a logo, write the appropriate programming to cut that logo out and...input it into the machine and the machine will automatically cut the shape out for you. But the lecturer did not gave me high scores for this also...so sad...=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this semester, for the finals...I think i might have screwed up one subject. I did not allocate enough time to study that subject. I shall keep my fingers crossed and see how my results will turn out    x/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, I am on a two weeks holiday. IT WAS 3 WEEKS FOR TRIMESTER BREAKS PREVIOUSLY, NOW THEY CUT SHORT OUR HOLIDAYS....DAMN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-217896005771153538?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/217896005771153538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=217896005771153538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/217896005771153538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/217896005771153538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-im-back-here.html' title='Baby I&apos;m back here~~'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TKlDIogq63I/AAAAAAAAA1E/84_FeRQiEFc/s72-c/P1110700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-9067467401028836766</id><published>2010-08-20T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:52:00.591+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASSHOLES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>the theory of juggling life</title><content type='html'>I am afraid i am going to have trust issues in the future. So far, in my degree year, I never thought of any of my coursemates as my real friends. So whenever they cant complete their part of the group assignment, I just do it all. It's okay, doesn't hurt that much. Just lose trust and a bit angry after that. But this week, when finally I regard these two people as my friends among my coursemates, they disappoint me. Cant finish their part of the assignment. I have to take it all again. What to do? Leader, I distribute, they cant do. Either I do it or pass it up incomplete which of course I prefer the first option. But you see, when you regard a person as a friend and if they do this to you, push problems to you, it hurts even more. Not just angry, fucking pissed off is what I am feeling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can they have the heart to say things like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"hard la, i cant do. you help me do la. i do other things"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if the assignment is easy, then it is not an assignment! and they expect me to do it. how am i any different a student from them? Fuck the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for this recent milling project i am working on, one of my friend said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I dont think we can do milling by this week"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course there is a reason why i want to do it this week. bcoz for next week, many people will be waiting for the machine and its a waste of time to go and wait for your turn or fight with people for the machine. In the end, i finished both our parts without telling him and when i asked him, how is the programming? he did only half and havent even simulated it. Then i told him i finished it already. he replied,"walao, how you do so fast o?" why dont he reply me "walao, why i so slow?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for a student, definitely your first priority is to finish your degree right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this friend of mine is so obsessed with stock market now that he dont even listen when i talk to him. having to repeat and explained over and over again pissed me off even more. and the reason why he cant finish the programming is bcoz of his obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay lets say u want to learn and play stock trading. have some balance on your studies also for god's sake. For example, when you juggle 3 balls, do you only pay specific attention to one ball? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure the other will fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the biggest bullshit of all when you say you got no time then I found out from others that you can go &lt;i&gt;yumcha &lt;/i&gt;(drink and chat with friends). Bloody bastard I tell you...I am damn pissed with this shit. Dont give me this shit. It doesnt make sense. You got no time, I got time? Fuck off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all these shits, I overworked myself and I am sick now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this continues, I think I will end up an isolated person who cant work with anyone else cause I cant trust anybody anymore. The more you trust, the more it hurts when you are disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: telling me you are sorry you can finish on time only makes me feel disgusted. Unless you tell me you are sorry you went yumcha, or obsessed with wateva shit your are obsessed with until you couldnt finsh the stuff distributed to you then I will accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-9067467401028836766?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/9067467401028836766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=9067467401028836766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9067467401028836766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9067467401028836766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/08/theory-of-juggling-life.html' title='the theory of juggling life'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-8335608102718946180</id><published>2010-07-28T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:45:44.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASSHOLES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>To hell with spammers</title><content type='html'>Finally I decided to add in comment moderation; to review before a comment is published. Why? I dont know where these spammers come from but they just keep spamming here. My escape has been compromised by them. Probably because of the followers thingy and maybe I publicized my blog on facebook. I dont know how to un-follow those that followed my blog but I did get rid of my link in facebook.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough I have added the "review comment before its published", its still a pain to go and purposely review whether its a spammer or a real person commenting. Haih...Damn you spammers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-8335608102718946180?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/8335608102718946180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=8335608102718946180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8335608102718946180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8335608102718946180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-hell-with-spammers.html' title='To hell with spammers'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-411578034045005234</id><published>2010-07-20T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:43:18.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird dreams'/><title type='text'>Tied by an invisible rope</title><content type='html'>I had this dream where I was sort of tied by an invisible elastic rope. The way I was tied is such that, only a portion of my body weight is supported by my legs. Then I would try to move and up to a point, my whole body weight is supported then by the rope and I would just go back to the beginning. I will get worked up and frustrated then when I woke up, I would be tired, which really sucks. A bad night sleep it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-411578034045005234?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/411578034045005234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=411578034045005234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/411578034045005234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/411578034045005234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/07/tied-by-invisible-rope.html' title='Tied by an invisible rope'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-1228416489708842014</id><published>2010-07-11T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:25:03.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>korean girls' group fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, it was SNSD (Girls Generation) - Gee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w60/twblackadder/Gee.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 533px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, was After School - Because of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/30kyc6d.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 340px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, T-ara - Bo peep bo peep xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sookyeong.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/file_down1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 323px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-1228416489708842014?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/1228416489708842014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=1228416489708842014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1228416489708842014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1228416489708842014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/07/korean-girls-group-fever.html' title='korean girls&apos; group fever'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/30kyc6d_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-3016603165934300881</id><published>2010-06-27T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:30:26.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyPath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO'/><title type='text'>Void</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day have always been plain to me. Every year on this day, I feel nothing. My father is not someone I am proud of and has been like a ghost throughout my life. So, when everyone gets psyched about Father's Day and what they should get for their fathers. I feel a bit left out. One thing my father taught me is to not become like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-3016603165934300881?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/3016603165934300881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=3016603165934300881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3016603165934300881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3016603165934300881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/06/void.html' title='Void'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6835365920168697880</id><published>2010-06-23T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:26:14.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyPath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>o.o</title><content type='html'>Finally I realised what has come over me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its called maturity, where you think less about yourself and start to care more about others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After coming back from NS, I felt a little weird. Like I am not myself. I had trouble trying to search for what I was like before. Took me sometime to embrace the new me and now I finally understood what actually came over me. Now, I can proudly say that I am...no more as selfish and self-centered like before. The word "I" is less meaningful to me now but somehow I still miss it though. It was nice having to not think about everyone else but yourself. I feel that thinking the world revolves around me, makes me feel so........important. haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6835365920168697880?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6835365920168697880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6835365920168697880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6835365920168697880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6835365920168697880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/06/oo.html' title='o.o'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-5277183194171341442</id><published>2010-06-19T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:19:01.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of SUKMA. Johor won both the men basketball and women basketball.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just now, in the stadium, I saw an angel. All the while I have describe girls as just pretty, beautiful, or cute. She, was in a league of her own, an angel. When I saw her, my jaw drop and I was stunned at the same time mesmerize by her beauty. She have all the features I deem as perfect. Well, nowadays girls like to wear body fitting clothes so, I got to see her figure. Face (including eyes, mouth, nose, ears, her cheeks), tick; hair (ponytail, shining black), tick; body shape (emm....emmmmm), tick; legs (wow), tick; skin, tick. Since I labeled her as an angel already....DEFINITELY ALL TICKS! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh~~~~~~  xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-5277183194171341442?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/5277183194171341442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=5277183194171341442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5277183194171341442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5277183194171341442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/06/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2119223879210174809</id><published>2010-06-17T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:25:29.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>sometimes...I feel the need to have one, then after thinking properly...I am fine without. Anyway, the feeling is just temporary. It goes away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2119223879210174809?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2119223879210174809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2119223879210174809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2119223879210174809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2119223879210174809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-3712063209034711048</id><published>2010-06-14T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:07:34.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hall of Fame'/><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, ravi finished his last paper in MMU. Now I can add him and several others into my Hall of Fame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, Ravi of course. The first time I came to MMU, I stayed in EP (Block A 0308) and he stayed in room 3. Unlike, ah gou and ah mao, I didnt meet him and Hei Lek properly during the first half of my first semester due to me eating alone and sleeping early. Then, ah gou and ah mao told me room 3 tenants are very fierce. Supported by ah tat (which I havent find out his words are only 20% believable) I believed them. Then, I found a statistics book outside which I need and I asked the everyone else except room 3 whether it was theirs. Then, I went to room 3 at last and asked. Hei Lek was sleeping, so I asked Ravi. Then suddenly Hei Lek with a frustrated voice said in mandarin "who o? keep making noise. I cant sleep". That time I was like, shit man...shouldnt have asked. Then Ravi replied shortly that that book dont belong to anyone. After that, I dont dare to talk to them until after midterm break. After midterm break, on the way back to my room from ah gou and ah mao room, I saw Ravi reading Bleach, then we talked a bit. That is when i found out that I got bullshitted by the cat, dog and hippo. Now, he is like a big bro to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is Chu Hui and Pei Lin. I met them here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TBZMLgqC0pI/AAAAAAAAA0s/opdT7Zz8q-A/s400/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482653356998709906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TBZMMlk9JUI/AAAAAAAAA00/ZCfDTiJFsHs/s400/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482653375499412802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah Tat is the one who introduce them to me during the event. I was writing on the whiteboard used as scoreboard on the floor while both of them was the table official. Once in awhile, they will check with me the score whether they tele or not. Then they also asked me questions like where I was from etc etc. That time damn paiseh talk to them. Then Pei Lin will give some sarcastic comment and look away laughing (her pattern, until now also the same. once you miss you wont know what she say). I find her character funny at that time. I still remember after that we went to eat at Highland. I took damn lot of food that time and had a hard time finishing it. Chu Hui asked me whether I can finish it or not. To not lose my cool, I said can and slowly push it down my throat. Pei Lin gave another sarcastic comment again but I couldnt get it cause she said it while facing away again. The next day I saw Chu Hui at Mesra and that was when I got to know her name. After that, the next time saw her again was when she sold sweets for some subject. There was lollipop wrapped like a bouquet of flowers and packets of sweets. Unfortunately, I was and still is single so I just bought the packet of sweets instead (not really packet, I just chose 10 and paid her the money). Once awhile Pei Lin will come out and chat with ah tat. Only when they joined the basketball committee the next year that I really got to know them and hang out with them. For Chu Hui, last time she was more of like the quiet type, very polite but now...I think mix too much with us boys or maybe now got Ravi backup already, she become guai lan already. Pei Lin on the other hand, did not change much. Just that now I am able to catch all her sarcastic remarks, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When joining the committee, I got to meet Irene also. I still remember what question I asked her. Because I was not familiar with being an interviewer, I didnt ask anything. Then, suddenly ah tat force me to ask a question. So, I asked Irene, "If you are a treasurer and you suddenly lost the money, what would you do?" After she answered the question, the whole room went silent. That was when I felt damn awkward asking such question. Later, found out that she stays in Istana Melaka when she invited us to her birthday party. Her house...is like perfect. But for me, I prefer not to have until three floors. Other than that, wonderful! At her house, she is different from when she is outside. She is more...how to say...her actions are more controlled, like the princess in "Princess Diaries". Oh, also found out when we went Tioman that she gets hyper when she drinks. Unlike her usual composed self. Her jokes can be cold sometimes too...cause nobody understands them. So, once awhile must laugh also eventhough dont understand. Overall, she is a quite a nice person to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I am glad to know all of them. Great friends I have ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-3712063209034711048?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/3712063209034711048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=3712063209034711048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3712063209034711048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3712063209034711048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/TBZMLgqC0pI/AAAAAAAAA0s/opdT7Zz8q-A/s72-c/DSC00333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-8892610219599881539</id><published>2010-06-08T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:06:47.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyPath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>20 and what it means to me</title><content type='html'>Since I am the youngest in my group of friends in Malacca, I once teased a friend of mine, Chu Hui. She was going on about being 20 as in already old. Then, I would tease her saying I still have the number 1 in in my age and that I am young. Now, I have reached 20 but unlike her I am not worried about being old. More about what that 20 means.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, 20 means the start of climbing that ladder to success that I have taken 20 years to build. The thing is I havent finished building that ladder and I am starting to doubt the stability of that ladder. Recently, my last semester's result really gave me a slap in the face. I have been slacking off and that makes my scared. Scared I wont be able to fortify my ladder to bring me to the top and I will just tumble down like Humpty Dumpty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 also means responsibility, more independence. Independence as in I must be able to feed and take care of myself without relying on my parents anymore and be responsible of my well-being. Taking care of my parents...maybe later after I am able to take care of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you ask me whether I want to turn back time and be 10 again. My answer is " HELL NO! ". Why move back and repeat things you already done? I say we go forward and do things we never do before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-8892610219599881539?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/8892610219599881539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=8892610219599881539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8892610219599881539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8892610219599881539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/06/20-and-what-it-means-to-me.html' title='20 and what it means to me'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-766967325792188489</id><published>2010-06-06T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:33:31.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>sem break just ended</title><content type='html'>1. went on trip to penang with family. family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. had my first accident in penang. sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. went to temple with my mom on wesak day. spiritual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. made concrete divider for the front of my house. physical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. went to malacca with kajang friends and my bro. friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. failed to reduce my round tummy. failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. sucky exam result. disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woah...what also got this sem break. ups and downs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-766967325792188489?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/766967325792188489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=766967325792188489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/766967325792188489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/766967325792188489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/06/sem-break-just-ended.html' title='sem break just ended'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6576408692424812134</id><published>2010-05-09T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:11:00.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>The other day</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, I called for a plumber to come take a look at a pipe, sewage pipe the one that is at the ceiling in the apartment bathroom. The reason is due to some leakage from a cap on the piping and that leaking fluid coming down...stinks like dried pee that has been left for weeks! Damn the stench. So this plumber came over at about 6pm that day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He spoke very politely to me but he spoke in mandarin so a few stuff I have to guess. haha. Anyway, he got to work by looking at the cap then proceed to taping and changing it. Before that, he saw another leakage from the tank for the toilet bowl into the toilet bowl. Then he asked me how much our water bill was and said that the fault lies in this leak into the toilet bowl. So after replacing the cap he proceed to look at the tank of the toilet bowl. When he looked at the stuff he wasnt sure how to remove the pump. After analyzing, he asked his Indon worker to get him his tool, a plier of some kind. When his worker returned, he returned with a handful of tools. The plumber cursed and scolded him asking what was the extra stuff for. Then the plumber asked his worker to get him a particular tools he called, "kiap zi". There was like four tools on the floor, so the worker, not knowing what the hell was his boss referring to, tried to guess which tool his boss wanted by holding on to one of them. The boss cursed again and scolded him and proceed to point on the tool he was referring to. After that drama, the plumber managed to remove the pump and then tried to figure out how it works. After removing this and that he got to the washer (seems like almost everything to do with leaking can be solved by changing the washer or applying the white tape on the groove of the threads for fastening eg. the cap just now). He removed the washer and cursed again saying, "&lt;i&gt;kaninna pukimak caucibai, not the correct washer also can simply put in here.........jialat lo, dont have this type of washer"&lt;/i&gt;. He went into deep thoughts and finally went back down to his vehicle to see if any alternative is available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I spoke to his worker and found out that he has been here since 1981 when he was 18 years old. Now of course, he doesnt have a proper working permit. He added that back in those days, if he saw a police officer, the police officer will just ask him to "&lt;i&gt;jalan baik-baik&lt;/i&gt;" (walk properly) but now....(he smiled while gesturing his hand like someone asking for money). He said usually they ask for RM500 but after negotiation, probably it can be reduced to RM200-RM100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough with that, the plumber came back with I think the same washer and tried to bend it a bit here and there so that the washer can sort of better block the flow of water. He struggled while trying to put back the pump into one piece. Seems like he hasnt deal with this type of pump before (the pump where you push the button down and it flushes the toilet. Most of the older pumps are the ones where you need to pull or apply torque on the lever). After clumsily attaching it back, he fixed the pump back into the tank. Surprisingly, it managed to stop the leakage and I bet he sighed a big relieve after managing to solve the problem by a fluke. He left soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to took a bath after that in that bathroom, and found out that the toilet leaked again after I flushed it. I went WTF and opened the cover of the tank to look at it. After pulling this and that, here and there, I found out the plumber didnt attach the pump back properly. I can pull the whole pump out just like that! haha...nonsense. By looking at how he removed the pump just now, I got an idea on how it was supposed to go and unscrew this and that and managed to put the pump back together, properly this time, and it doesnt leak anymore! haha...wonderful, I thought. I closed the tank back and proceed bathe with a happy smile on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, the plumber reminds me of my previous boss (placing tiles on floors and walls) I worked with when I was in Form 4. Both cursed almost the same way. Once they curse, it goes on for 3, 4, maybe 5 words not like what I normally use (fuck, damn, shit). Theirs are like macibai puki lanjiao etc etc. Seriously holy shit and I guess its already normal for them cause they do it subconsciously. Whenever shit turns up, they just shoot it out. Another similarity is the politeness they omit when speaking with clients but the harshness when speaking with their own workers. Last time, I only worked for 2 months and 2 weeks and I felt so glad when I finally finished working. It can be very demoralizing when you get scolded everyday like you are a piece of trash. The worker is where the channel their frustrations to, and where do their worker channel their frustrations? In this time, the phrase ignorance is bliss takes place. Of course you dont turn a deaf ear to everything that is said. Ignore the rude words and find the meaning behind why are you getting scolded so that you try not to be scolded again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah, type damn lot of stuff already. Gotta go back to studying for my test tomorrow afternoon. Adios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6576408692424812134?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6576408692424812134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6576408692424812134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6576408692424812134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6576408692424812134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/05/other-day.html' title='The other day'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7235970174176516226</id><published>2010-05-01T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:43:31.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASSHOLES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Get ready to be pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What to expect when you read the article in that URL below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wont be happy coz you wont like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expect to hear a very one-sided, ignorant rants of a person that has been locked up in his own world for his entire lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An obviously racist bas*ard that thinks he is not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The writer blaming others for what he cant achieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum it off, stupid...very stupid people for even publishing it in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck you retards (the author and the people who have the same views as him) ..l.. =.= ..l..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/opinion/breaking-views/61735-orang-cina-malaysia-apa-lagi-yang-anda-mahu--zaini-hassan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-7235970174176516226?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2047150202408004522</id><published>2010-04-28T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:36:07.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><title type='text'>Efficiency</title><content type='html'>I have only just a minute,&lt;div&gt;Only 60 seconds in it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forced upon me-can't refuse it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't seek it, didn't choose it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it is up to me to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must suffer if I lose it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give account if I abuse it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a tiny little minute-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But eternity is in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(anonymous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taken from the textbook &lt;i&gt;Thermodynamics : An Engineering Approach Sixth Edition&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2047150202408004522?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2047150202408004522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2047150202408004522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2047150202408004522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2047150202408004522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/04/efficiency.html' title='Efficiency'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-5251862775754455096</id><published>2010-04-13T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:13:29.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASSHOLES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>New discovery! Alarm clock leeches!</title><content type='html'>Today I discovered the second type of leeches.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike the common type who just say good things when they first join the group and disappear after, this type is a bit more annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The part of not contributing is still the same just that these "evolved" species keeps bugging you by asking, "when are we going to gather and do the assignment?". After gathering, they just sit there and rot away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, leeches are leeches. They get on your nerves whatever type they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-5251862775754455096?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/5251862775754455096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=5251862775754455096' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5251862775754455096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5251862775754455096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-discovery.html' title='New discovery! Alarm clock leeches!'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-309635143858898636</id><published>2010-04-01T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:56:50.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>To my brother and all of you who likes myths</title><content type='html'>Especially Greek-mythologies. Go to the nearest cinema and buy yourself a ticket to go watch &lt;b&gt;Clash of the Titans&lt;/b&gt;. The graphics are beautiful. The action is okay...no blasting of course, the time background is during ancient Greece. However, be sure to keep a look out for a robot the size, slightly larger than a palm. Storyline base, I think it is great. My opinion might be bias cause I love this type of ancient myths. Enough said, love a great story then go watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-309635143858898636?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/309635143858898636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=309635143858898636' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/309635143858898636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/309635143858898636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-my-brother-and-all-of-you-who-likes.html' title='To my brother and all of you who likes myths'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2450761195489692268</id><published>2010-03-28T10:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:42:40.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASSHOLES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why are some people so darn stupid...or they probably just wants to annoy me so that makes them assholes. today, its particularly about this one jackass, the same jackass in my previous&lt;a href="http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/03/idiots-screw-you.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; and another previous &lt;a href="http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-label-added-for-these-type-of.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;. Man, this guy has been irritating me a lot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, after compiling the questionnaire for our research and making them into graph and tables, I assigned my group members to certain question for them to elaborate and reason on it. This guy mailed me back asking, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;what and where is data 1 and data 2 in my word file?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;". I was like OH MY GOD! IS HE THAT IGNORANT AND BLIND? I ALREADY PURPOSELY PUT EACH PIE CHART AND TABLE INTO A WORD FILE SO THAT EVERYONE CAN DOWNLOAD ONLY THEIR PART AND FOCUS ON IT. THIS BASKET CAN COME AND ASK ME WHERE IS HIS DATA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I gave him, (there is a title but after print screen, it disappeared)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S67AKeX3DCI/AAAAAAAAA0k/2ulXX9RFaQ0/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S67AKeX3DCI/AAAAAAAAA0k/2ulXX9RFaQ0/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453507484976614434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If he sees this and dont call it data, I dont know what is data anymore...All the lab reports I have been doing in my past 3 years are not lab reports anymore. I shouldnt be here because I dont know what is data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I get so worked up teaming up with such groupmates. PLEASE OH PLEASE FOR PEOPLE LIKE THIS, DONT EVEN APPROACH ME NEXT TIME FOR ASSIGNMENTS. I DONT WANT TO GET HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE THIS YOUNG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2450761195489692268?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2450761195489692268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2450761195489692268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2450761195489692268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2450761195489692268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/03/basket.html' title='basket'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S67AKeX3DCI/AAAAAAAAA0k/2ulXX9RFaQ0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7986114454602910753</id><published>2010-03-18T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:10:48.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FEAR'/><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>Today, I was shown the meaning of fear.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour before the exam, my heart raced, my breathing shallowed, head was pounding and I couldnt swallow my saliva. Must be the trauma from quiz 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-7986114454602910753?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/7986114454602910753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=7986114454602910753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7986114454602910753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7986114454602910753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/03/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-551807142774250674</id><published>2010-03-12T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:57:31.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASSHOLES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>IDIOTS!!! SCREW YOU</title><content type='html'>Just the other day I asked my friend, &lt;a href="http://valerianthedreamweaver.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ping&lt;/a&gt; to forgive idiots for being idiots. I take back my words. There is just no way to not get angry with them. Right now, I seriously feel like punching this one guy. How stupid can someone be...given an example as guidance and after thorough briefing by me not forgetting lecture and lecture notes...he still gave me crap. When a thing is deemed to be unusable, it it CRAP!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I never tried to avoid talking to anybody as much as I am doing with this guy right now. I now think that it is no use trying to be friendly with this guy because the friendlier you get, the more he gets on your nerves when he gives you crap which is the reason I am getting so darn worked up right now. I dont know what to say anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about this for a quote, "All idiots should get their head smacked over and over again till they can think straight and if that doesnt work, smacked till they literally LOSE THEIR HEADS" Tete(2010) exclaimed angrily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-551807142774250674?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/551807142774250674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=551807142774250674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/551807142774250674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/551807142774250674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/03/idiots-screw-you.html' title='IDIOTS!!! SCREW YOU'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-629677591754705519</id><published>2010-03-03T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:55:36.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyPath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>haih</title><content type='html'>Some people I admire them a lot. Why? coz they know what they want. they have their aim. eventhough they suck at studying, they found another thing they like and it earns them money. no need for the degree. some already found what they want to do and they have the talent in it. they are already going for it. what am I doing? I am still drifting...i want to test my potential, i want to know how far i can go, i want to see what i am worth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-629677591754705519?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/629677591754705519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=629677591754705519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/629677591754705519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/629677591754705519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/03/haih.html' title='haih'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-1486387970793626582</id><published>2010-03-01T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:02:34.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Somethings you just cant remember</title><content type='html'>There are times when you get a view of something personally and then promised yourself to make sure you do that or never do that in the future.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, everyone forgets. So, for me to remember, I created a column just for that, so that I wont repeat things done by others that I shouldnt and I will repeat things that I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-1486387970793626582?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/1486387970793626582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=1486387970793626582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1486387970793626582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1486387970793626582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/03/somethings-you-just-cant-remember.html' title='Somethings you just cant remember'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-9099757984742092550</id><published>2010-02-23T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:24:41.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASSHOLES'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>A new label added for these type of people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey tay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listen, me and $%^&amp;amp; just got back from holidays, so we are working in the grading part, tell us how to write about the grading.... like , what to write, you just give some idea to us about it...... like shoud we start with the introduction of grading or just hit to the quoes directly and start writing about it ? and one page is enough???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reply soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(lazy and stuck-up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There you go...2 weeks of time and he sent me this one day before the meeting (deadline). If they are not assholes, I dont know what to call them anymore. Damn this is frustrating...International students...just some shit-ass rich people coming here to waste others' time. Dont agree??? PROVE ME OTHERWISE! &lt;/span&gt;&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/7570766760775784398-9099757984742092550?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/9099757984742092550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=9099757984742092550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9099757984742092550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9099757984742092550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-label-added-for-these-type-of.html' title='A new label added for these type of people'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-330469485789165356</id><published>2010-02-13T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:26:45.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><title type='text'>Fire tiger My bad, metal tiger</title><content type='html'>This year is the year of the &lt;s&gt;fire&lt;/s&gt; metal tiger (I confirmed it with my mom). &lt;s&gt;No wonder its so hot. Fire plus the aggressiveness of a tiger O.O weee~~~ there you have it, the hottest new year...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago, I went to the newly opened Jaya Jusco in Malacca. Its so darn big looking from the outside but once you are in, you dont realise it. One of the reasons being one shoplet is bigger than the ones in your normal shopping complex and of course, the ceiling is higher too. I went to eat in Sushi King because of the buy 1 free 1 promotion. The promotion is, eat 5 plates and you get free 5 plates on one bill. To put it simple, eat 10 and the will free the 5 plates with the lowest price. Therefore, we asked for two bills so that we can group the expensive plates together and the cheaper ones together. What was supposed to be a RM100+ meal is just RM50+ meal for 3. I ate 10 plates myself and I was so satisfied. I love the baby octopuses the most xD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant wait till new year to wear my new clothes~~~ The clothes my friends chose for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-330469485789165356?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/330469485789165356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=330469485789165356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/330469485789165356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/330469485789165356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/02/fire-tiger.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Fire tiger&lt;/s&gt; My bad, metal tiger'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-4892205063861420537</id><published>2010-02-10T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:44:53.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><title type='text'>NIghtmare</title><content type='html'>shit...last night was the worst ever!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dreamt something, a ghost, those ju-on type one with sharp eyes and mouth, was chasing me. The smile on that thing was eerie, it scares the crap out of me. I was running in the darkness when suddenly it caught me. then I find myself immobilize in front of a candle fire shaking my hands and turning them from the palm to the back of my hand and repeating that motion. At that point, I could feel my right arm slip off my bolster and took the opportunity to forcefully wake myself up. I was thankful that it was a dream and quickly continued to try and sleep again because through previous experiences, if I wait too long I might end up wide awake. Then it happpened all again, from the chasing to the running in darkness and catching me then shaking my hands in front of a candle...FUAKKK!!! I jumped up from my bed, this time taking my time to calm myself down. I heard someone from the other apartments talking and gosh...it really relieved me. I told myself &lt;i&gt;if I go to sleep again in this way, I will surely end up with that dream again. &lt;/i&gt;So, I tried to find something more powerful, more influence to sidetrack my brains. I thought of the homework I have to finish tomorrow, thought about it hard and suddenly stopped, blank. This time, I went to sleep without any ghost chasing me stuff anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DARN GHOST! I havent even watch the latest ju-on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-4892205063861420537?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/4892205063861420537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=4892205063861420537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4892205063861420537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4892205063861420537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/02/nightmare.html' title='NIghtmare'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-1258355615644308908</id><published>2010-02-07T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:53:05.267+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>storm ahead</title><content type='html'>applied thermo = application of maths + concepts in physics&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lacked knowledge on physics and right now, I realised that my maths, suck. If I am ever going to survive this subject I will have to improve on my maths coz the latter one is harder to touch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another subject, I sense a bad egg in the group; A mole in an otherwise perfect field; A worm in a bucket of apples; or simply put as a guy that is going to be a pain in the ass. Not sure how I am going to handle this, but I hope it doesnt end bitterly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-1258355615644308908?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/1258355615644308908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=1258355615644308908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1258355615644308908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1258355615644308908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/02/storm-ahead.html' title='storm ahead'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2393499535708744331</id><published>2010-02-01T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:40:17.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tag &amp; blood donation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ping tagged me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay la...I found a pic from my pictures' folder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is when I was...standard 3 I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Used to comb side parting then suddenly change to this style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;obviously, I am more fleshy at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that kiko shirt was my favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that its for this tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S2bjln-SOLI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4LMW6zoznN0/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S2bjln-SOLI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4LMW6zoznN0/s400/100_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433280235993970866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________________&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, i went and donated blood for the third time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still have the feeling of fear for donating blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still hate needles and blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this time, after donating, I got drowsy and lost my sight for awhile. like everything went black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;luckily I wasnt walking at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S2bj-Eu8vnI/AAAAAAAAAzs/9M6iofOzmys/s400/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433280656031137394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S2bjln-SOLI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4LMW6zoznN0/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S2bjln-SOLI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4LMW6zoznN0/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S2bjln-SOLI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4LMW6zoznN0/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S2bj-nPiIUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-8Q-EoY7Yqw/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S2bj-nPiIUI/AAAAAAAAAz0/-8Q-EoY7Yqw/s400/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433280665294610754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recently, my grandmother wasnt doing so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mom called me the other day to tell me that my grandmother would suddenly lose the function of parts of her body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;old age is definitely getting to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;despite being like that, she doesnt want to trouble others and make them worry about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am not sure about her but for me, it is frightening to know that you are going off soon but dont know when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember one day back in penang when she cooked tau chiam for us. me and my elder brother ate 3 bowls of her tau chiam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no other tau chiam can compare to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my bro started his internship today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the best to him&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/7570766760775784398-2393499535708744331?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2393499535708744331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2393499535708744331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2393499535708744331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2393499535708744331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/02/tag-blood-donation.html' title='Tag &amp; blood donation'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S2bjln-SOLI/AAAAAAAAAzk/4LMW6zoznN0/s72-c/100_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6386541408826779579</id><published>2010-01-29T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:25:44.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Damn I am good</title><content type='html'>Erm...before bragging more about myself xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to state this CLEARLY...NOW, I SO SO SO SO &lt;s&gt;HOT&lt;/s&gt; HATE BEING A LEADER!  To lead means to plan everything beforehand, to keep up with ALL OF THE MEMBERS' ATTITUDE, to kiss all the members' butt so that they will listen to what I have to say, and the list goes on. I wish I could just follow someone's lead for awhile. This two years in degree, I have been the leader in all of the group work except once. They say, "By following, you learn how to lead", i wanna learn more~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the bragging part. &lt;s&gt;All you people cant you see cant you see&lt;/s&gt; All of you who doesnt wanna read about somebody else bragging about themself cant stop reading here thank you for your time =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I completed the final stage of the proposal. Can say 80% of the proposal I  contributed, 20% more divide by the other 8 members. So, after class, I showed the lecturer the proposal. She corrected some minor language mistakes and then...she approved it without me needing to correct it any further! One of my two group mates that followed me was like..."you're good man...you're good". He kept repeating that and his excitement attracted some other people. Then he praised me in front of them and I was proud like hell but I cant handle this type of situation so I just looked down smiling xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih...It feels so darn good to have your work approved after putting much effort in it. YEHA! wanted to type "YEAH" but "YEHA" will do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6386541408826779579?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6386541408826779579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6386541408826779579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6386541408826779579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6386541408826779579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn-i-am-good.html' title='Damn I am good'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6329749504000947556</id><published>2010-01-28T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:46:17.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>New housemate</title><content type='html'>Now that the evil dog, the cute round cat and the monstrous tat has gone...we have a new housemate! Her name is &lt;s&gt;Wan Ming&lt;/s&gt; (I think its spelled like this &gt;..&lt;), &lt;b&gt;Wan Min&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, it's not a typo and you didn't read it wrongly. IT IS A SHE! xD  She is actually Jackson's hometown friend. She came here to MMU to study Law but the course is only offered in June. So she came here an apply to study foundation in IT for 1 trimester instead of lazing around at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a girl around, miraculously everything in the house becomes cleaner. haha...Actually, it's because we don't want her to feel like she is living in a garbage truck. She is quite cool and lively. By now, she is already able to mix freely with us. I guess no worries then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, she made dinner. It was a four dishes dinner consists of mushrooms with ginger, eggs fried with prawns and onions, fried sausages, and cabbage with dried prawns and fried ikan bilis. It was quite tasty to be honest. That's why, while they were chatting away on the cramped dinner table, I enjoyed the food silently...&lt;i&gt;itadakimasu.&lt;/i&gt; hehe...It's the first time most of us (excluding Hei Lek) eating homecook food in Malacca. Before this, the only thing we prepared before was steamboat. In the end, the proportion of the dishes proved to be too large. The master of eating couldn't eat that night. So, we just stuffed whatever leftover dishes into our mouth and regrettably threw away some rice....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, eventhough it is time and effort consuming to cook dishes, but I am somewhat waiting to see what is next xD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the group...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6329749504000947556?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6329749504000947556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6329749504000947556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6329749504000947556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6329749504000947556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-housemate.html' title='New housemate'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-5272590646071178367</id><published>2010-01-24T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:25:51.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang kai'/><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to thank Pei Lin, Irene, Susan and Chu Hui for becoming the best fashion consultant ever today and Ravi, Hei Lek and Jackson for the trouble of following me to go shopping. For a person that dont even know what he wants to look like, the girls became my saviours from a fashion disaster. I mean, I dont even know what looks good on me but they...they almost immediately have a picture of what clothes I will look good in. So, the hunt for clothes begin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They really opened my eyes to the real meaning of shopping. Grabbing swiftly on clothes that they think will look nice on me and off I went to the fitting room with hands full of clothes (5 pieces on my hands, and few more on Ravi's). Before this, I would browse through a particular store until I found a shirt that attract me most, get a size and just buy it. Heck, Susan even laughed at me for holding on to the clothes I dont want after testing them in the fitting room xD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the story, in the fitting room I changed into a pants with all different shirts and also jeans with all the different shirts. Then, 7 people will look at me and give comments. From there I pick the clothes that looks good on me. Went to another store and did the same and in the end, I bought a jeans (MY FIRST PAIR OF JEANS!!!), 3 sharp neck t-shirts of yellow, purple and black colour and a long sleeve shirt with red colour vertical stripes. All adds up to about RM 160. I bought a box of RENOMA underwear because my current ones are...how to say...they have seen better days. It cost me about RM 36. So total about RM 200. I would say its money well spent ^_^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Pei Lin, Irene, Susan and Chu Hui, shopping would not have been better without you girls. I will just end up with some clothes and probably feel not satisfied with it at the end of the day if I have shopped on my own. With all my heart I thank you girls for helping me "grow up". Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping will never be the same again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-5272590646071178367?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/5272590646071178367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=5272590646071178367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5272590646071178367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5272590646071178367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/01/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6534855802024197955</id><published>2010-01-20T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:09:20.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>A friendly reminder</title><content type='html'>Earlier on, my small bro came and told me about how his teacher is such a great coach for his house in school. I let him continue...and I got so worked up after that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His teacher is a total bitch...let me tell you why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- this is the reason she gave the boy who was looking at the other house practicing, &lt;i&gt;Why are you looking over there? they are losers. Their house colour is the colour of shit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- this is what she said out loud (everything she said she said it out loud), &lt;i&gt;they dont need to practice already because they are going to lose anyway. Why bother practicing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my small brother was so happy he told me, "my teacher damn pro man"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I thought otherwise...of course I gave my small brother a piece of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I told him, &lt;i&gt;your teacher is a bitch &lt;/i&gt;(this word is common vocab used in our conversations)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He shouldnt be happy watching someone else criticizing others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I asked him if his friend was on the other house, how would he feel. He didnt answer me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I told him if someone did that to him what would he do. He reply, "just ignore la" which I dont believe he can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I call him selfish (should be insensitive...but the words came out too fast) for not being able to consider other's feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, he went offline...must be pissed at me for ruining his "happy day".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he grows up to be like his teacher. I am so gonna smack him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friendly reminder is: dont treat people like shit eventhough you are better in THAT field. Or else, you will be in my "He/she is a bitch" list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6534855802024197955?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6534855802024197955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6534855802024197955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6534855802024197955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6534855802024197955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendly-reminder.html' title='A friendly reminder'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2628132011433823093</id><published>2010-01-20T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:22:18.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Results'/><title type='text'>Start of Gamma Sem 3</title><content type='html'>A lot of things I want to avoid and also "thing". Didnt achieve my target last semester eventhough I admit I am a bit relieve I got what I got. It means that there is a way not to say I am doomed to this type of results for the rest of my studies. Well, good luck to me and you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2628132011433823093?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2628132011433823093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2628132011433823093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2628132011433823093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2628132011433823093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/01/start-of-gamma-sem-3.html' title='Start of Gamma Sem 3'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-4713891675345609641</id><published>2010-01-16T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:25:29.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Task failed xD</title><content type='html'>I challenged myself to read 2 books (about 300 pages each) in 4 days but turns out I failed. Few reasons why....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The first books was so much to my liking that when I start reading the second book, the book becomes lame. Its like eating sweet then eating a fruit. The fruit becomes tasteless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Maybe I am exhausted after reading the first book. Its like eating too much during a buffet dinner that you dont feel like eating supper anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like both the reasons can be link to eating. Well, eating is all I have done in this past 3 weeks. Seriously gaining weight but not until 70-80 kg like that. 60 plus, maybe 65...haha...as long as I feel healthy. Will be missing home cook food when I go back this Sunday =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-4713891675345609641?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/4713891675345609641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=4713891675345609641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4713891675345609641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4713891675345609641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/01/task-failed-xd.html' title='Task failed xD'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-1264980560509394466</id><published>2010-01-14T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:02:19.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Nice read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S035wWcaR6I/AAAAAAAAAzc/EyeZpUWEvz4/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S035wWcaR6I/AAAAAAAAAzc/EyeZpUWEvz4/s400/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426267735105095586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After about 1 and a half day, I finished my  first book out of two. Unlike my last visit to the library, the day before, there were a whole lot more choices of books to read. My mom said its probably because the holidays were over and everyone is returning their books. This book tells a story about a child of an aristocrat and also a child possessing the Gift passed down through his family, denying both wealth and Gift leaving him to fend for himself. He was pardoned by the king and forced to work under Sir Alaric, the person in charge of protecting the throne of England against enemies. Just when he was about to retire with the gold he accumulated and a horse as a gift, he was robbed by a woman. From there the story pick up to tales of deception, love and finally fighting dark magic. The setting is in the past where handguns can only fire a bullet at a time before needing to be reloaded and the main transport were associated with horses.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is another unrelated part. Word of advice to whoever. Watch the tongue for what comes out of it might be stingingly bitter to the ears when one is internally unstable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-1264980560509394466?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/1264980560509394466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=1264980560509394466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1264980560509394466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1264980560509394466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/01/nice-read.html' title='Nice read'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/S035wWcaR6I/AAAAAAAAAzc/EyeZpUWEvz4/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-9197955733708840423</id><published>2010-01-10T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:54:51.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Neither here nor there</title><content type='html'>two weeks into the holiday and all i have been doing is waking up, mousehunt on facebook, mythbusters on discovery channel, maybe smallville and heroes, or sleep, eat then tv then sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this few days i have been reading a book i borrowed, Vampires. it is a collection of vampire stories by various writers into a book. to be honest, it was quite lame. this morning i decided to flip through all the lame titles and still i find the stories in it superbly flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that aside, i have a lot of time to day dream away lately and something came to my mind yesterday. what if i have the powers to stop time like Hiro in Heroes? what would i do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a few things i would do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i think most people will try this if they can...run naked down the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. take a piece of delicious looking foods i come across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. check to see how many people actually put their keys under a plant pot or floor mat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. flick the rain with my fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. try to hold fire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. go do stupid faces in front of someone i hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. save lifes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. find  &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; many five star hotels and see what is it like in a presidential suite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. go to other countries without legal documents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. SMACK those mosquitoes bugging me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so far that is what i can think of... tata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-9197955733708840423?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/9197955733708840423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=9197955733708840423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9197955733708840423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9197955733708840423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/01/neither-here-nor-there.html' title='Neither here nor there'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-4290345444040629029</id><published>2010-01-05T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:06:11.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>There is time where you long for company and time where you just want to be left alone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I just feel like being left alone, doing just what is necessary to stay alive and while away my time not bothering about the outside world. Looks like its been awhile since I am that free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;More involvement means more troublesome stuff&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-4290345444040629029?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/4290345444040629029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=4290345444040629029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4290345444040629029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4290345444040629029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-606597418621993136</id><published>2009-12-29T10:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:54:48.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hall of Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Ah Tat, Ah Mao and Ah Gou</title><content type='html'>This brings me back to my first day in MMU. I just finished my first day of orientation. It was time to look for a place to stay. An orientation committee introduced to me Ixora and EP. By chance I chose EP and soon I was at EP's front door. Many parents together with their kids were there registering. I lined up and then asked for empty rooms. For Block A (guys block at that time), most of the vacant rooms was facing outside except for one. Without much thought, I chose that one empty spot left facing inside, apartment A-03-08 Room 1. Funny if I had chose Ixora or any other apartment besides A-03-08, I wont meet up with any of them and I wont be writing this blog either. Anyway, I went in my room and first person I met was of course my roommate. I remembered how he said, "paiseh paiseh" and shifted his stuff from the empty bed....to the middle of the room =.= His hair back then was long and curly. Enough about him, later two people came back. They stood at the door frame and introduced themselves as Ah Tat and Jackson. The Ah Tat back then was the fit type of Ah Tat xD  Since I had no PC of my own yet, he invited me to go to his room if I felt bored or I need to use a computer. That day, I didnt went out of my room except for the toilet. I could hear laughter from Room 4 (Mao's and Gou's room) and I felt like joining them but I am afraid I might feel &lt;i&gt;sesat being &lt;/i&gt;there and they might feel awkward that I am there, so I continued to stay in my room. Went to eat for dinner at a chinese shop my mom took me to eat for lunch (now became BATAVIA). Came back and lay on my bed. While I lay on my bed I felt scared and very insecure, everything moved so quickly. I got my offer letter just 2 days ago and here I am already, in this new environment, far away from home, alone. It was only about 8.30 that time, then I heard a knock on my door and my roommate opened it. I pretended to sleep because at that time, tears was rolling down my cheek already. They wanted to ask me to go with them for dinner and my roommate told them I was asleep already. So, they left and I fell asleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next morning was second day of orientation. I got ready and to my surprise, the two Room 4s got ready too. I thought they were already staying here for quite sometime. So, I waited for them and went to the orientation together. Ah Gou introduced himself as Eric. Ah Mao was quite hesitant introducing himself. "I am Alston...you want to call me Wan Yen also can". When I introduced myself as Kuang Te there were surprised too. They asked me for an English name but I said I dont have one. By this time, we were walking in front of FBL towards old FOSEE, climbing the slight incline of the slope. When saving their phone numbers, I saved them as Jing Hong and Wan Yen  =)   At the orientation, we split as I sat in the front seat and they sat at the back. We met again briefly during break. The mihun sucked but I ate two packets cause I was hungry. That night I ate dinner on my own as well but this time I did not feel so lonely anymore. They made me promise to eat with them the next day and........that was how we became A-03-08. Jackson did asked me what Ah Mao and Ah Gou intro themselves as, he laughed at what I told him and introduced them as Ah Mao and Ah Gou and that is what we call them till today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Hei Lek and Ravi...next sem....xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-606597418621993136?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/606597418621993136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=606597418621993136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/606597418621993136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/606597418621993136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-tat-ah-mao-and-ah-gou.html' title='Ah Tat, Ah Mao and Ah Gou'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-3066187345036368421</id><published>2009-12-25T04:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:06:12.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>2009 Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Event: Christmas eve party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place: Friend's friend's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People there: Susan, Irene, Phyllis, Pei Lin, Chu Hui, 2 more of the girls' friends, Susan's brother Eddy (I hope my spelling is right), Ah Tat, Ah mong, Ravi, Hei Lek, Ah Mao, Ah Gou, Jackson and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, we gathered at the house (a bungalow) which for me can be called the perfect house to come home to except that there is too many air-conds. At the beginning, it was just eating chips and drinking a little beer. Then Ah Tat and me went to try make us some edible &lt;i&gt;tang yuan&lt;/i&gt; which the girls bought earlier on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQe89mPz9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/6hOT83Uv89Y/s400/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418990284309516242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santa Tete (took someone's hat xD)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQe9QzImNI/AAAAAAAAAws/ETs_Q01yiXU/s400/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418990289463843026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boiling the tang yuan first&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQe9qWFOuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/biLA8fhN5TQ/s400/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418990296321309410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Transferring it to the ginger + malacca brown sugar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQlYHY1y9I/AAAAAAAAAxs/rg9i9CNkjJ0/s400/24122009291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418997347863874514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santa's beautiful little helper, Irene&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQlZ4hTLvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/RMuvjmfxcZQ/s400/24122009312.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418997378232561394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;Group photo~~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQlYkdQedI/AAAAAAAAAx0/t4q5DcAhdyY/s400/24122009297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418997355667028434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The card game&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQlZtvx07I/AAAAAAAAAyE/lB6mPYSUGSQ/s400/24122009307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418997375340499890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rules: No looking at your card. The previous loser chooses whether the biggest card or smallest card loses. Add liquor at your own risk while holding up your card on your forehead then everyone puts down your card. Loser drinks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQf0W5Ei6I/AAAAAAAAAxk/VFnCpgiRD94/s400/DSC00135.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418991235992161186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first few rounds of drinks and mao was feeling uncomfortable already(he took 4 glass consequently). I'll admit I was heating up as well after one glass of vodka + chivas + beer a crazy concoction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQfz4iW8-I/AAAAAAAAAxc/zl5fRhciadw/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQfz4iW8-I/AAAAAAAAAxc/zl5fRhciadw/s400/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418991227843834850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mahjong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQe-oaaYqI/AAAAAAAAAxE/6FXwrk0K0y8/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418990312982471330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Later, the chair became Ah Mao's permanent resting place (mind you, he is not dead)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQmMrzK9WI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AV1S7s3hEI8/s400/25122009324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418998250991187298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQfzGWVL5I/AAAAAAAAAxM/N-Q4TK7pL98/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eyes getting heavy, the world is darkening...haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQe-oaaYqI/AAAAAAAAAxE/6FXwrk0K0y8/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQe-GsohtI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vMZC1CzlKwQ/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQe-GsohtI/AAAAAAAAAw8/vMZC1CzlKwQ/s400/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418990303932090066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saw, Ah Mao? still on the couch..&lt;/i&gt;.xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQmNYdGb2I/AAAAAAAAAyk/ER3XU44pgk4/s400/25122009328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418998262978211682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Couple power, Chu Hui and Ravi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQlZIp_7QI/AAAAAAAAAx8/K9N88pvNjPI/s400/24122009301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418997365384146178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmm...seen this photo before. Ei, Pei Lin, tukar pose once awhile la =P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQmNjEiZxI/AAAAAAAAAys/P70-_ucA_Eg/s400/25122009329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418998265827976978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The expression on Ravi's face is priceless. His hyper mode activated by now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQmOHB3BKI/AAAAAAAAAy0/WKNXvV5kdp4/s400/25122009333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418998275480421538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Group photo again...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQmwuNWCfI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7PDCo1TGS78/s400/25122009337.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418998870113126898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Human art...with a permanent marker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQmxF6brxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/syeV8x_JP3w/s400/25122009351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418998876476256018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQe9qWFOuI/AAAAAAAAAw0/biLA8fhN5TQ/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Astro boy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQmMTkkgUI/AAAAAAAAAyU/5zMUNgSYfQY/s400/25122009323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418998244487496002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gou's cute pose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQmxVz4XnI/AAAAAAAAAzM/J2F5e_j3n8E/s400/25122009352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418998880743743090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Need to win if not need to drink&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQmxqo_-WI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cgFGHb2GkKs/s400/25122009354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418998886335248738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Awhile later Irene went home because she cant stay out too late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQfzsuSodI/AAAAAAAAAxU/UyArdxcQAXk/s400/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418991224672657874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not long after that: The last picture I took of myself before I took a nap on the couch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE AFTERMATH: I woke up to find everything in a havoc. I asked Jackson what happened cause he is the most sober one around and found out they drank somemore after that till...all was drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQfzGWVL5I/AAAAAAAAAxM/N-Q4TK7pL98/s400/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418991214371614610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ravi gg-ed on the other couch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wasn't feeling too well yet. Went to wash some dishes but was getting dizzier by the moment so I hurried back to lay down. A few minutes later, I felt better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Summary of the different types of character when they are drunk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1st type: Drunk then go into hyperactive mode and played more games to make others drunk until he KO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2nd type: the common type but it was my first time seeing this, "I am not drunk, I still can drink" all the while holding an empty bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3rd type: "Look at me, I am not drunk. He (pointing at someone)....he IS drunk". With eyes opening so big it was hard to believe he/she wasn't drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4th type: Awake but feeling super uncomfortable, therefore, vomitting with a super pitiful face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5th type: The one that is drunk already but still able to take care of the other drunk ones. The face shows a frustrated face trying to keep everyone still. Irritating, cause keep on ending a sentence with, ".....okay?". EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;6th type: THE MOST DAMN BLOODY ANNOYING ONE! Drunk but still moving around talking nonsense, smiling, not listening to others but want others to listen to him, "Oi" here and there, calling other people for I don't know what, disturbing other already resting people. BOSSY AND BITCHY is the word. My god, never knew someone can be so annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That's it. Merry Christmas everyone. Hopefully the house doesn't look so messed up after the cleaning up. It will definitely smell of beer though... &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/7570766760775784398-3066187345036368421?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/3066187345036368421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=3066187345036368421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3066187345036368421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3066187345036368421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/12/event-christmas-eve-party-place-friends.html' title='2009 Christmas'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SzQe89mPz9I/AAAAAAAAAwk/6hOT83Uv89Y/s72-c/DSC00130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6991867952597188759</id><published>2009-12-22T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:08:57.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>AVATAR</title><content type='html'>worth the watch. very creative movie. big round of applause to the director and story creator. there are lessons to be learnt too. stop reading this, go watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6991867952597188759?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6991867952597188759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6991867952597188759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6991867952597188759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6991867952597188759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='AVATAR'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-5471141656627372022</id><published>2009-12-19T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:08:46.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>a glimpse at the other side</title><content type='html'>today i checked my coursework for my microprocessor and i got shocked. why? because my coursework is quite high for someone that didnt manage to construct a working project. well, most probably its because i managed to show my sincerity in doing the project. what i am also happy about is that my midterm is the highest among my coursemates. wahaha, nice to be proud once awhile. now, all that's left is my final exam which is tomorrow night! i can make it this sem! gogo babeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-5471141656627372022?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/5471141656627372022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=5471141656627372022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5471141656627372022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/5471141656627372022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/12/glimpse-at-other-side.html' title='a glimpse at the other side'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2707896553806909287</id><published>2009-12-14T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:16:44.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally i got myself a watch...so shiny *.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SyYsUEzMJLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/xXNWdfo8ILo/s400/DSC00121.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415064325357053106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could have taken a much better pic with previously stolen camera =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so blur...deng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2707896553806909287?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2707896553806909287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2707896553806909287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2707896553806909287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2707896553806909287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SyYsUEzMJLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/xXNWdfo8ILo/s72-c/DSC00121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-1472879536379604744</id><published>2009-12-14T10:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:31:51.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>8 to 10 pm class...=.=</title><content type='html'>before that, yesterday i went to play basketball. While dribbling towards the rim...jumping towards the rim to be more precise, I lifted the ball up but my left elbow caught something...the opponent's teeth! when I looked back at my elbow after I unexpectedly managed to lucky shot that ball into the rim, I realised a piece of skin with flesh was out of place and there is a hole there. Then blood started oozing out. the blood was thick, dark and viscous. Ignoring it, I continued playing and the blood dried up. when i went back to get a better look at it in the mirror...WTF...its like his two front teeth sunk right into my elbow! not sure whether his teeth is alright...but DAMN, this is definitely gonna leave a scar. I am gonna tell my kids next time, "someone bit your daddy here last time".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, is subject registration week. according to schedule, you are supposed to register you subjects you are taking next sem. mine was this wednesday. looking at the timetable for next sem i got furious. WHY? I got classes on mondays and tuesdays at 8pm to 10pm. WTF time is that? Never had a class at that kind of time slot before. It sucks even more if you have morning class, then afternoon, and night then next morning...Thankfully I didnt have that shitty timetable. But night time really sucks. night time is when i do my tutorials, go through my assignments or studies...if it is 8-10...what more can i do after 10? will be tired by then. MMU is accepting more students every year without having enough venue for lectures =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, lets say i just take the night classes and swallow it. there, end of story. what freaking irritates me even more is that on friday, i dont have any class (unless i have lab) the whole morning and suddenly i have one at 6 pm in the evening...It is an hour class! OMG! one hour class stopping me from going back to my hometown 4-5 hours earlier...it is like asking me to skip that class...that's not all...you know fridays...muslim prayers...ALL THE CLASS STARTS 30 MINUTES LATER THAN SCHEDULED. meaning instead of 6 pm, its gonna start at 6.30 pm =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FTW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-1472879536379604744?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/1472879536379604744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=1472879536379604744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1472879536379604744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1472879536379604744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-to-10-pm-class.html' title='8 to 10 pm class...=.='/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-1047662701423947346</id><published>2009-12-12T08:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:51:19.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MyPath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>The Great Dr. Nabil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SyL3BRMUZfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/jA_yn70O8ac/s1600-h/nabil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SyL3BRMUZfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/jA_yn70O8ac/s400/nabil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414161303219758578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the previous post, remember how I said he gave me &lt;a href="http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/12/crazy-workload-drnabil.html"&gt;crazy workload&lt;/a&gt;. Actually he is purposely making us practice the questions so that we will have enough time during the exam. Yesterday's test, I managed to complete the question together with a few people. The rest couldnt complete it due to the time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday too, he announced that we will never ever need to see his face again after the final exam coming up. In other words, he is leaving MMU. There goes a good lecturer...He is supposed to teach me tribology in my final year but I dont think I will be taking it anymore now that he is gone. Nobody in MMU can compare to his teaching style. Well, applied to Mechanical Engineering only of course. He gives all his heart and soul when he is teaching. With all the gestures, the examples he tries to make you visualize and understand the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike other lecturers, eventhough he knows he is leaving, he still put in effort to embed, hammer, solder (whatever you want to call it) his knowledge on the subject into our heads, hence, the workload. He wants to make sure the information stays in our head cause its Engineering Design after all. One day we are sure to make use of it unless, we dont intend to be an engineer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been slacking off a bit since my first year in degree because, sorry to say, the lecturers lack the inspiration to teach. They are more like a zombie than us. Dr. Nabil on the other hand, had just jump start my engine again and hopefully this time my engine will preserve for a long time. My most sincere thanks to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-1047662701423947346?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/1047662701423947346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=1047662701423947346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1047662701423947346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1047662701423947346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-dr-nabil.html' title='The Great Dr. Nabil'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SyL3BRMUZfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/jA_yn70O8ac/s72-c/nabil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-3942352324919422724</id><published>2009-12-07T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:44:52.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>RUN ISAAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;The first play I ever watch, "RUN ISAAC" by MMU Christian Society. It was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Last week somebody gave me a brochure and I made a decision to go and have a look at this play. Normally I would just forget about it and throw it away but this time, not sure why (maybe because of all the assignments =.=), I went and I am amazed. The play was hilarious, it made me laughed till my jaws almost lock. At the same time, it has its emotional parts, those that make you shiver and feel your tears coming out from your tear glands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The cast was huge! All together maybe around 80 people. Looking forward to another two more years of play =)&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/7570766760775784398-3942352324919422724?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/3942352324919422724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=3942352324919422724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3942352324919422724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3942352324919422724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/12/run-isaac.html' title='RUN ISAAC'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7979184843813197264</id><published>2009-12-07T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:33:57.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO'/><title type='text'>Crazy workload - Dr.Nabil</title><content type='html'>Taking design this sem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cut everything short...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 main test - quiz 1,  midterm, quiz 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 assignments - 2 individual, 3 group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;2&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; tutorial tests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 final exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in short sem (8 weeks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-7979184843813197264?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/7979184843813197264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=7979184843813197264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7979184843813197264'/><link rel='self' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;From this...................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SxqeYa2bMNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/n0DB8Pqj3Kw/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SxqeXwGFkxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/F9UgC806hSM/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SxqeXwGFkxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/F9UgC806hSM/s400/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411812033123685138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To this............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SxqeYa2bMNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/n0DB8Pqj3Kw/s400/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411812044600717522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&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/7570766760775784398-1183092966964843404?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/1183092966964843404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=1183092966964843404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1183092966964843404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1183092966964843404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-look.html' title='B to the I to the BANG BANG'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SxqeXwGFkxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/F9UgC806hSM/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-4371527214835061275</id><published>2009-11-24T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:34:26.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tete's theory of toilet relativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The higher the floor, the cleaner the toilet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This  week can be considered a crazy week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Monday - assignment due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tuesday - another assignment due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wednesday - midterm test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thursday - tutorial test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Friday - ....TGIF "&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;HANK &lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;OD &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;TS &lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;RIDAY"&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/7570766760775784398-4371527214835061275?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/4371527214835061275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=4371527214835061275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4371527214835061275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Recently, I did it again. I hesitated...I mean its just something small but I thought too much about it and gave myself the cold sweat and chickened out. In the end, I regretted. Then, I tortured myself with the imaginary scenes of how I could have done it. This way...or maybe I could have done it that way...maybe like this...and so on until I decided to give an imaginary slap to my brains to snap out of it because at the end of the day...I DID NOT DO ANYTHING!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why I am like this...and I dont know how to not be like this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-4148559620387519416?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/4148559620387519416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=4148559620387519416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4148559620387519416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4148559620387519416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/11/thing-i-hate-myself-most.html' title='the thing i hate myself most'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2928262620927529442</id><published>2009-11-17T07:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:05:04.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>2012...for my knee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2012...it left me yawning here and there but during the graphics part...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Halfway through I went to the toilet together with my roomie and on the way back, I slipped and fell and rolled one round before stopping. Why? Because I was running! No wonder parents always remind their kids not to run. Landed on my knee pretty hard but luckily not on my knee cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SwHmeUh2PHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Q0X9YXSuH5g/s400/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404854436402445426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;notice the white ring around the scratch. the whole part swell up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The whole time after that, I was holding on to my knee in the cinema and massaged it all the way back. At home, I continued massaging it then applied a cup of cold water on it (my cup is the stainless steel type) and thanks to all that, it didnt bruise badly this morning. But it still hurts!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Kids, dont run after getting out of the toilet &lt;b&gt;ESPECIALLY WITH 6 RINGGIT SLIPPERS ON!&lt;/b&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/7570766760775784398-2928262620927529442?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2928262620927529442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2928262620927529442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2928262620927529442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2928262620927529442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012for-my-knee.html' title='2012...for my knee'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SwHmeUh2PHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Q0X9YXSuH5g/s72-c/DSC00090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-9158813923507406125</id><published>2009-11-11T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:06:59.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;...performance ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just after watching "This is it". Seeing MJ perform really moved me. He puts in all his feelings and emotions into his performance making it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;UNBELIEVABLY GOOD&lt;/span&gt;!!! Eventhough I am watching him in the cinema, I cant help but move my toes or fingers or sometimes shake my legs to the music while watching his performance (I hope the guy beside me didnt mind &gt;..&lt;). Can be seen from the video, the way he talks, the way he acts...he is so polite. On the other hand, when he is performing, he can be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BADASS&lt;/span&gt;! He &lt;b&gt;IS &lt;/b&gt;his performance, adding in some of his "love" into it. He knows what he wants and what he wants is what others are looking for in his performance. Simply superb! I take my hat off to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, worthy of his title &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;King of Pop&lt;/b&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/7570766760775784398-9158813923507406125?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/9158813923507406125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=9158813923507406125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9158813923507406125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9158813923507406125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/11/greatest.html' title='Greatest'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6020677334945681034</id><published>2009-11-07T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:16:52.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><title type='text'>Ta ma de</title><content type='html'>Today I did some research on the 8051 microprocessor chip on how to assemble it. While searching, I came across some online articles and online books also but the pages were not complete due to copyright stuff I think. Then I came across something in rapidshare. The file says 8051 part 1 and part 2. Part 1 was 200 MB and part 2 was 140 MB. So, I spent about 3 hours plus to download them thinking they were gonna combine and be a soft copy of a book about 8051 (they're in rar files). When I extracted them, something was weird. It wasnt a pdf file, instead a real player file. I double-clicked it and guess what.....it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;prOn!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I check it out a little and it was.....*ehem ehem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;back to the point...the bloody bugger who uploaded it, is an ass. Why cant he upload it with other names? Why must it be "8051". Deng...&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/7570766760775784398-6020677334945681034?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6020677334945681034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6020677334945681034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6020677334945681034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6020677334945681034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/11/ta-ma-de.html' title='Ta ma de'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7041708748945688654</id><published>2009-11-05T07:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:31:31.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile now since this happened. Everytime I looked at a girl with "figure", I cant help but think that the girl looks very fragile and brittle. What do I mean by that? It's like a walking hour glass that might snap into two if you hold the middle part too hard in order words, if you hold her hips too hard. Even every steps she takes, I tend to get paranoid that maybe after one of the steps, she might just snap into 2. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;note: this strictly applies to girls with hour-glass figures only.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-7041708748945688654?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/7041708748945688654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=7041708748945688654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7041708748945688654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7041708748945688654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2926398361994024535</id><published>2009-10-30T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:58:37.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>I got a cute and also scary pupil O.O</title><content type='html'>This semester I became a teacher and my student is a girl I know from basketball. Well, she can be cute most of the time but today I saw the other side of her. It was raining and she insisted on me following her back to her apartment and there she already asked her housemate to fetch me back home. Of course, I felt a bit shy because I dont know her housemate and she had to fetch me back to my place...In addition, eventhough her apartment was nearby, we still had to get caught under the rain which means we will still get wet and I felt not right to go in to someone's car dripping wet. When the time came for us to go back, I refused to follow her and that was when I saw her scary/angry face. It was scarier than any ghost movie that I can assure you. But I stood by my decision and didnt followed her. Then she asked me to stay there and wait for her to bring me an umbrella. She also threatened me that if I left that spot she will never speak to me again  &gt;..&lt;   So, I stayed there and got an umbrella to accompany home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to walk under the rain so.........bad T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2926398361994024535?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2926398361994024535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2926398361994024535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2926398361994024535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2926398361994024535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-cute-and-also-scary-pupil-oo.html' title='I got a cute and also scary pupil O.O'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-316230337632039820</id><published>2009-10-29T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:30:45.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><title type='text'>Not everything is what you think it will be</title><content type='html'>Just saw my results and damn I felt so disappointed. Not that I didnt put in effort in studying. I dont know...It just sucked real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me one sem to pull my cgpa up to first class and one sem to drop my cgpa back to second upper. So damn sad man now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I did quite well in Eng Maths 3 and fluid dynamics but it seems that I was totally wrong. Got B- for the first and B for the latter. Even the Materials Engineering which I thought was a goner, I got B+ for it...WTF man...wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only subject supporting me was Basic management, accounting and economics...Lucky I got A for it....but come on...I am doing engineering and I couldnt get good results for my core subjects...this type of results can make someone feel so darn pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...forgot one more...Intro to dont know what power shit etc...also got B. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-316230337632039820?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/316230337632039820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=316230337632039820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/316230337632039820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/316230337632039820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-everything-is-what-you-think-it.html' title='Not everything is what you think it will be'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7155986639713523692</id><published>2009-10-23T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:14:50.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hometown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Holiday...is yesterday</title><content type='html'>I think I gained weight instead of trying to lose weight this sem break. Well, looking back at what I did...eating, sleeping, sitting in front of my comp watching shows, a little dota...of course fat la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, will be going back to Malacca tomorrow and got stuff I need to fix back there then BASKETBALL! Havent touch that for awhile now...Sure let ppl bully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-7155986639713523692?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/7155986639713523692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=7155986639713523692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7155986639713523692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7155986639713523692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/10/holidayits-yesterday.html' title='Holiday...is yesterday'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-8876069096987426541</id><published>2009-10-19T20:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:35:01.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang kai'/><title type='text'>A Deepavali Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The plan: Celebrate Deepavali at &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s house, go roam some shopping area in KL, stay the night in KL, eat breakfast and go up to Genting and come down the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacksonywl.blogspot.com/2009/10/pandorum-and-genting.html"&gt;Link to Jackson's site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The unlucky incident&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I packed everything I needed and went to the KTM station. It has been awhile since I took the KTM and that Saturday was not a good time to take one. It was packed and all the way up until KL Sentral, I was being sandwiched in there and it was definitely a sauna room in there. Coming out of the train, I realise the missing weight in my right pocket. I touched and it was gone. My camera was gone just like that. It stunned me for quite some time before I get to recollect myself. I had then just been a victim of a pickpocket. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Stxbrf6CHkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wabIqafLxHc/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394287256540421698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Stxbrf6CHkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wabIqafLxHc/s400/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deepavali celebration&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing I can do anymore so I went up and meet up with Ah Tat (housemate), changed into a fresh shirt and got a train to Telok Gadung (Klang) where we met up with Ah Loong (ex-roommate) and he fetched us to Ravi’s house where we meet up with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Chu Hui and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; of course. Had a great meal in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s house, rested a bit and off we (Jackson, Ah Tat and me) go heading towards KL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394287264115245474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Stxbr8IAwaI/AAAAAAAAAtA/TJN8fjXI_I0/s400/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I slept in the car for a bit but I could hear both Jackson and Ah Tat having trouble getting us to 1-U. I woke up and found myself in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Times Square&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Haha…We loitered around Times Square, went to the arcade, went out to Jalan Ipoh to have dinner and then went back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Times Square&lt;/st1:place&gt; to catch a movie, Pandorum. I enjoyed watching the movie, not too sure about the guy sitting beside me because I jumped in my chair quite a number of times&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&gt;..&lt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hunt for a hotel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We went and asked several hotels that charged more than 100 for a room. After searching for a bit more, we found a decent hotel that offered us 85 ringgit for a room with 2 single bed. Since there was a few more hotels in that row, we went to ask the others first before making our decision. The hotel beside the one we asked had a guy standing outside and a girl with another guy sitting inside. It looked like a two pimps with a hooker so we moved on without asking. The next one didn’t have anybody at the reception so skipped that. The last one was a Chinese guy which offered the last room he has for 60 ringgit. The room was just beside the toilet which is convenient but the bed was not properly tidied. Then he told us that it is usually used for “one hour one hour” thing. That is all I needed to know so we properly declined and went with the 85 per night. When we were checking in, there was a deposit of 40 ringgit required. I dug out all my cash and added up with the rest of the cash from Ah Tat and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and came out short of 10 ringgit…Luckily enough the guy behind the counter was fine with that and gave us the room anyway. Bathed and lights out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394287271729988146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxbsYfggjI/AAAAAAAAAtI/e98Ch2BNnSc/s400/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The journey to Genting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woke up early in the morning and went for breakfast about 8 in the morning and off we go towards Genting. Drove the windy road up the hill and took a cable car (Genting Skyway) to Genting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394287279360397346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Stxbs06vUCI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/bcRBYyjZpO8/s400/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394287289598349410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxbtbDqEGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lRqSPfdtMq0/s400/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The theme park and the pretty girl from Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394289408244380850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxdovoO9LI/AAAAAAAAAtg/6GsTogdiNAw/s400/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It wasn’t that cold up in Genting. We didn’t waste much time and got our all theme park wristband. First was the bumper car. After a round of bumping around, we went for the Go-Karts. It was my first time driving one and while lining up there was this girl behind me that keep sticking to my back. Was not quite sure why until I saw a group of guys (look like pervs standing behind her). Then Ah Tat pulled me to the side and allowed here to stand beside me. Up until the waiting room we didn’t speak to her. I peeked at her face when she wasn’t looking and yeah…she is pretty, well my type to be honest. At the waiting room, I split up from Jackson and Ah Tat and sat beside this girl, not purposely but there wasn’t any seat left. I was thinking how to start a conversation when suddenly I received a msg. It was from Ah Tat asking me to talk to her… =.=&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, I opened my mouth and talked to her. She was nice. A Singaporean, first time here in Genting, second time driving a Go-Kart, WORKING…., here with her family, going down Genting today. I introduced myself as Tete and she introduced herself as Stacy…and off we go to the Go-Karts. After the Go-Karts, I didn’t get to talk to her or say goodbye which left me kind of disappointed. She was in a hurry after checking her phone and left. ARGH…sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The bloody Indian Guy that took a piss out in the open eventhough the toilet was so close by&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tried other rides and when we were on the antique car, we passed by an Indian guy taking a piss in a passage behind a wall away from the crowd. He definitely thought he was safe with his two other friends watching the passage for him but little did he know that we being in the antique car can see him clearly. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; shouted out “Oi” and he panicked. LOL…Not sure whether he “emergency brake” the rest of his pee or he has finished peeing, he quickly moved away and zipped his jeans and that left his friends laughing…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394289429949679314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxdqAfLhtI/AAAAAAAAAt4/QR11HR-6nfk/s400/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The sucky lunch and mist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ate at a steamboat buffet which sucks but considered cheap in Genting and continued playing. Then about 5pm came a gust of wind bringing along with it, mist. Woah…it became chilly after that. Again we did not book a room here in Genting so we went to check whether there were anybody who gave up their bookings but found none. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394289416002352482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxdpMh4NWI/AAAAAAAAAto/HCmas4RoYjQ/s400/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394289422011316066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Stxdpi6ht2I/AAAAAAAAAtw/ghEVmFx9qCI/s400/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394289442000531634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxdqtYU8LI/AAAAAAAAAuA/X__77XUtjEg/s400/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394290974411646866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxfD6Dm55I/AAAAAAAAAuI/l0hlOymkA98/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hunt for a room up in Genting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was this aunty that approached us and offered us a room but the price she offered was 50 ringgit higher. We were on the way to check the room out and suddenly she asked us to head up the lift to the 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor. She won’t be following but told us that someone will meet us up there. I didn’t like the feeling of being chopped directly (if you are being chopped not knowingly, you are too naïve but being chopped straightforward like that…I felt like smacking her face) while Ah Tat was being cautious about being ganged on and robbed. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; consulted his dad on the phone and his dad was worried about being chased out later by someone claiming the room to be theirs. So, we went to the 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor instead and Ah Tat and I went down to have a look while &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; stayed put. We went down by stairs and saw two aunties waiting there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The decision and alternative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We ignored them and went up using the lift to get &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and we decided not to take the room and went down instead. We changed our plan to go down the cable car and drive &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s car up all the way and sleep in it if we have to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The execution of the plan and the panic Indian Guy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So we ate our dinner at the food court and down we went. At the Genting Skyway. We met an Indian guy asking us how to get to Putra Line so that he can get back to KL. Apparently he was told by the counter that there weren’t any busses left to KL and he was panicking. We told him instead to go down the cable car and figure out from there because at the bottom station was a bus station as well. He sat in the same cable car as us and we chatted. He was from India, 25 years old, graduated with a Bachelor in Engineering (BE he calls it), currently working for China Mobile a service provider in China like Maxis, DIGI, Celcom… working as a software engineer, came here for a meeting, one more week before going back to India, first time up Genting, came alone, a guy he is working with (local) told him that coming up here is the same way to go down so he just came but didn’t realise that it would end up like this. At the bottom we parted ways wishing him good luck and drove the car back up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Night entertainment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We parked the car in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;First World&lt;/st1:place&gt; hotel parking lot, changed shirt etc…and went to have more fun. Played the M-16 shooting thing, sucked at aiming just like back in NS; played bowling, sucked at it too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394290982606249122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxfEYlWnKI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_XQ9eDA3J4s/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394291003865986082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxfFnyEdCI/AAAAAAAAAug/MM-A8ujHcAM/s400/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394291010616542626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxfGA7hxaI/AAAAAAAAAuo/-ZrDjxCjuLs/s400/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394294683348257234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Stxiby7ASdI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kM_Jlhzd238/s400/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My first cup of coffee that costs more than 10 ringgit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Went to Coffee Bean to rest our aching feets, charge the phones, and get a cup of coffee. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; went first and got his cup while Ah Tat and I calculated our spending and split it. It was stuffy in there and wireless wasn’t available so off we went to search for Starbucks. Coming to Coffee Bean was already a long journey and we had to walk another long journey to Starbucks. On the way, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; with his ice-blended cup of caramel &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;I-don’t-know-what &lt;/i&gt;was sort of popping while walking because of the cool air &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xD. There, Ah Tat and I ordered our cup of ice-blends. I ordered ice-blended mocha. Too bad the wireless service there was out of order as well. Off we went on another journey to another Starbucks café. My feet was hurting like hell reaching there. While &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was busy trying to get online and Ah Tat was busy sms-ing with someone, I fighting to stay awake drinking my mocha which was slowly turning into torture cause it was so darn bitter. After what felt like an eternity, I forcefully sucked up the rest of my mocha and we headed to the car. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394290996780336626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/StxfFNYuBfI/AAAAAAAAAuY/kGDMzFuILWQ/s400/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The problem of sleeping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tried to sleep in the basement but it was getting stuffy, so we drove out in search of a parking spot which is luminated by light. After we have found one near a “pondok polis bantuan”, we tried to sleep. The problem I faced was the uncomfortable twisting of my body to fit the available position. A few times my left thigh and yeah, my left ball/nut/testicle went numb O.O&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.Once my left leg nearly cramp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Woke up straight away go down from Genting and Jackson fetched Ah Tat and I to Bandar Tasik Selatan KTM station where he took LRT and I took KTM home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-8876069096987426541?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/8876069096987426541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=8876069096987426541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8876069096987426541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8876069096987426541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/10/deepavali-weekend.html' title='A Deepavali Weekend'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Stxbrf6CHkI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wabIqafLxHc/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-536000012217753144</id><published>2009-10-15T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:32:00.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hometown'/><title type='text'>Nice one ang moh lang</title><content type='html'>Today I was supposed to go KL to meet a dermatologist so that he can look at my face and find a solution for it. After driving there, there was a notice on his door saying, "we wont be open from 14/10/09 to 24/10/09. We will be open on 26/10/09". All the way there and this...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead we went to Hai-O so that my mom could get some health products and on the way there I saw this &lt;em&gt;ang moh&lt;/em&gt; wearing this T-shirt that goes, "&lt;strong&gt;Blowjob is better than No job&lt;/strong&gt;". Nice one man...no one local would dare wear so a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we stop by Petaling Street to have the famous corner stall &lt;em&gt;longan&lt;/em&gt; drink. My cup had lots of longan but my mom's didnt and she complained no longan in her drink. When I offer she decline...haha...Then I saw another &lt;em&gt;ang moh&lt;/em&gt; sitting there drinking beer (there got lots of &lt;em&gt;ang moh &lt;/em&gt;drinking beer), as I pass him by, a lady from the opposite direction also passed by. Then the&lt;em&gt; ang &lt;/em&gt;moh said, "Excuse me! Excuse me!" When the lady turn around he raised his right hand and said, "High five? High five?". The lady played along and gave him a high five. Haha...super cool. Of course you can guess the lady was hot, if not I dont think he will ask for a high five xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-536000012217753144?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/536000012217753144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=536000012217753144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/536000012217753144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/536000012217753144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/10/nice-one-ang-moh-lang.html' title='Nice one ang moh lang'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-1056188893219140307</id><published>2009-10-14T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:14:49.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hometown'/><title type='text'>Staying at home is healthy...too healthy!</title><content type='html'>This few days at home I really enjoyed myself. Everything is taken care of. All I did was wake up, eat my pack of &lt;em&gt;nasi lemak, &lt;/em&gt;click here and there on my laptop, maybe watch heroes or smallville if it fully downloaded, eat my lunch, watch discovery channel a bit (mythbusters! cool shitz man), watch some drama my mom watches on tv, eat dinner, maybe &lt;em&gt;kill ppl&lt;/em&gt; a bit or &lt;em&gt;be killed,&lt;/em&gt; then sleep. And yes...it has been 4-5 days having &lt;em&gt;nasi lemak &lt;/em&gt;for breakfast and a bloody bigass pimple (combinations of two medium ones) grew on my cheek. Once the pus comes out, I am so gonna &lt;strong&gt;SLOWLY&lt;/strong&gt; squeeze it out. Oh yeah, this morning, my bottom lips swell like nobody's business... =.= Kinda freaky having big lips...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-1056188893219140307?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/1056188893219140307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=1056188893219140307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1056188893219140307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1056188893219140307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/10/staying-at-home-is-healthytoo-healthy.html' title='Staying at home is healthy...too healthy!'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-9061834887652411563</id><published>2009-10-09T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:14:51.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hall of Fame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>A tribute to Ah Mong (Chuin Yan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390575690705558946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Ss8sB7tcXaI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Vq5w9ZJsn7I/s400/DSC00702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are thinking, "WHAT?! He was BURIED ALIVE?!!!" the answer is "YOUR HEAD LA!".&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day he wass officially with us. By that I mean he is going for his industrial training next sem and then graduating. Show you all somemore highlights of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Ss8sBa_36QI/AAAAAAAAAso/QTcazDDkYD8/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390575681924491522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Ss8sBa_36QI/AAAAAAAAAso/QTcazDDkYD8/s400/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the pic above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;might be the reason why they started calling him ah mong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Ss8sAj6ly_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/gmGkjUoOnGw/s1600-h/100_2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390575667138382834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Ss8sAj6ly_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/gmGkjUoOnGw/s400/100_2132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Ss8qyNTiuNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/HWtX44mGjZg/s1600-h/100_3041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390574321039227090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Ss8qyNTiuNI/AAAAAAAAAsY/HWtX44mGjZg/s400/100_3041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is how I somehow got to know him.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After getting to sort of talk to Ravi and Hei Lek (still felt awkward talking to both of them then), after that one day, Ah Mong started showing up at EP. On that day, I pass through Gou and Mao's room and found that there is a stranger I didnt know. Being as I am, (I paiseh with new people one okay... xD) I sort of ignore the guy, went to the toilet and back to my room while hearing them laughing out loud in there. Days passed on...most of them with him around and then one day....I cant really remember who's car it was and where we were planning to go; I was in a Kancil (I think) with Ravi driving, Hei Lek in the front passenger sit and Mong and me behind. Ravi drove to Ixora cause I overheard them talking and Mong said that he needed to get some stuff (dont see me quiet quiet &lt;em&gt;so so dei&lt;/em&gt; like that, actually I am listening). Then when Mong went out, I ask Ravi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me, "He is your coursemate ah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ravi, "Yeah but different intake"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me, "What is his name? Ah Mong?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both Ravi and Hei Lek laugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me, "No meh? I hear you all call him Ah Mong."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ravi, "No la" (but he didnt tell me Ah Mong's name =.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me, "Then how to call him?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hei Lek, "Ah Mong la! Hehe..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont know when we started talking but I know from then on I called him Ah Mong! xD&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;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This fella is the only Arsenal fan I know in Malacca. Others &lt;em&gt;semua&lt;/em&gt; MU, MU...&lt;em&gt;sibeh mou heng.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, he likes to emo here, emo there. Now better already &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; can say but still got emo.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember got one time they pulled an all nighter (I &lt;em&gt;tak boleh tahan&lt;/em&gt;, so sleep first) then in the morning we go eat &lt;em&gt;dim sum. &lt;/em&gt;At that time he always wear cap one, and on that morning he wore a cap too. They were talking talking then the topic turned to Ah Mong wearing a cap. So , I sort of generally asked "people that didnt bathe always wear cap one huh? Ah Mong always wear cap that means didnt bathe la...haha..." (my god...the joke was so damn lame and cold, I laughed there alone =.=). Then someone &lt;em&gt;diao &lt;/em&gt;me (I think Jackson) and everyone walk quiet quiet. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can say this sem only I really get to know him because we stay together. Last time when in UG still got little bit &lt;em&gt;paiseh paiseh. &lt;/em&gt;Now...sohai here sohai there, ***i here ***i there, and so on so forth. Became his punching bag &lt;em&gt;pulak...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay la...let's all wish him good luck and "You better call me to your wedding!" LoL...take care man...&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I know you want to cry already...no need hide hide...wakaka*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7570766760775784398-9061834887652411563?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/9061834887652411563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=9061834887652411563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9061834887652411563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9061834887652411563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/10/tribute-to-ah-mong-chuin-yan.html' title='A tribute to Ah Mong (Chuin Yan)'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Ss8sB7tcXaI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Vq5w9ZJsn7I/s72-c/DSC00702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6105169162094656710</id><published>2009-10-06T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T06:25:06.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Last paper to go</title><content type='html'>Few days ago there was some people lighting up fireworks. I think it's for the mooncake festical. There were tworounds but I managed to capture the ending of the second round only. Managed to get a nice view because I am on the 3rd floor and the apartment is a little uphill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2d95208d10f29cf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2d95208d10f29cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331490252%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DBFF0458D6A801783870A24DDDFB08B5DC74E4C.14097C00E410B5FF6391465B3DAE44495C5998CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2d95208d10f29cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVHg9VhNercJXe75YbV86Vpce88Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2d95208d10f29cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331490252%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DBFF0458D6A801783870A24DDDFB08B5DC74E4C.14097C00E410B5FF6391465B3DAE44495C5998CD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2d95208d10f29cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVHg9VhNercJXe75YbV86Vpce88Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there was one...Tomorrow will be my last paper for this sem and celebration is already on the corner. Well, a part of it being finals ended but the main event is for my housemate that wont be here anymore (next sem going for industrial training the graduate). &lt;strong&gt;A total of 24 cans of beer awaiting consumption. There will be photos if I can manage to hold my camera right...LoL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389304172331140162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Ssqnl0pUBEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/emHbg8TCJgU/s400/100_3220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me show you his face&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389306467981479122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SsqprcnATNI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7NhU7I7kEN8/s400/100_2705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;itu dia...that's a bottle of carlsberg by the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6105169162094656710?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6105169162094656710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6105169162094656710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6105169162094656710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6105169162094656710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-paper-to-go.html' title='Last paper to go'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Ssqnl0pUBEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/emHbg8TCJgU/s72-c/100_3220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-8755706737424338175</id><published>2009-09-28T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:42:32.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>My guardian cloud has left me</title><content type='html'>No more shielding me from the overwhelming sun...&lt;br /&gt;No more colourful rainbows to make my heart skip three beats...&lt;br /&gt;No more fluffy cuddly shapes to cheer me up...&lt;br /&gt;No more...&lt;em&gt;I cant think of anything abstract somemore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nice timing I should say.....&lt;strong&gt;DAMN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-8755706737424338175?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/8755706737424338175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=8755706737424338175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8755706737424338175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8755706737424338175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-guardian-cloud-has-left-me.html' title='My guardian cloud has left me'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-446128511491469200</id><published>2009-09-24T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:31:41.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>You dont get scared till you see your own grave dug before you</title><content type='html'>Damn...I studied for a few minutes and ended up doing other things (games, browsing, walk around, sleeping, etc) for hours...I dont know why but once I look at my notes, my eyes get watery and I start to yawn O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is less than a week and here I am struggling to study... I want to but I make too many excuses for myself. Time to dig my own grave and stare at it before it is dug by &lt;strong&gt;the exam&lt;/strong&gt; and me being buried by &lt;strong&gt;the results.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-446128511491469200?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/446128511491469200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=446128511491469200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/446128511491469200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/446128511491469200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-dont-get-scared-till-you-see-your.html' title='You dont get scared till you see your own grave dug before you'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2770034247194058670</id><published>2009-09-20T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:12:31.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Broke on a rainy day</title><content type='html'>The day before, it was raining cats and dogs for almost the whole evening till late at night. Having just RM 1.60 left in my wallet, my housemate and I resulted to some self-cooking. With just 4 ingredients, this is what we made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383397121765192914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SrWrKOestNI/AAAAAAAAAr4/WvDw9DYCR7Q/s400/100_3211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mihun with ham, 2 Maggi Tom Yam cubes and WATER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eat until full...xD Also had a cup of Milo ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2770034247194058670?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2770034247194058670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2770034247194058670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2770034247194058670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2770034247194058670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/09/broke-on-rainy-day.html' title='Broke on a rainy day'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SrWrKOestNI/AAAAAAAAAr4/WvDw9DYCR7Q/s72-c/100_3211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-8527309976794437095</id><published>2009-09-15T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:00:23.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Addicted again</title><content type='html'>I got my &lt;a href="http://eueu-wadafak.blogspot.com/"&gt;bro&lt;/a&gt; to thank for this. I am again addicted to another korean artist (I didnt blog about the previous korean artists, if you wanna know, they are SNSD, Wondergirls and Super junior but mostly SNSD). Of course not all &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; songs...and yes, it's a he. Load it yourself and listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyDeXZS5ijY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyDeXZS5ijY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, one of his songs. The others...try searching for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;My girl&lt;br /&gt;Prayer&lt;br /&gt;Make love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend make love too. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, not to mention (I guess you already noticed) his dances are smooth...and if u search some of his performance, you will see that his body is perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: I am not gay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-8527309976794437095?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/8527309976794437095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=8527309976794437095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8527309976794437095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8527309976794437095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/09/addicted-again.html' title='Addicted again'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7694079108341348982</id><published>2009-09-11T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:13:41.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>Damn asshole la, Dr. Moley</title><content type='html'>1. My lecturer is an asshole...Why? Look at this below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380213597408066706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SqpbwuE7_JI/AAAAAAAAArw/F94iVu1NHlA/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You must be thinking its only a replacement class, right? Let me tell you when she posted it. &lt;strong&gt;Today! (11/9) &lt;/strong&gt;This have not just happened once. Last week I have three hours class, it is devided into 2 days, both days she posted at that day itself just about an hour or less before class. Everybody went to class and waited for her...Damn &lt;em&gt;lebih...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/Sqpab0xHOtI/AAAAAAAAAro/Goh6Vts4ERQ/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This photo has been taken for a purpose. For my assignment front cover! The lecturer? &lt;a href="http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-from-japan-mr-beh-siao-lin.html"&gt;Mr. Beh&lt;/a&gt;! In case you dont know him, I linked it to my previous post with his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380211622086424722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SqpZ9vbjuJI/AAAAAAAAArA/DYREmo2G3IU/s400/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; His souvenir from Japan to us, a small tiny clip that he found to be cute =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everyone got it. Only for Group B of the assignment has the chance to get it. (Group A does the assignment question and Group B marks Group A assignment) Why not everybody? He didnt have enough for all, so first come first get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380211637576016466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SqpZ-pIkIlI/AAAAAAAAArQ/WGFcnQn1nZI/s400/DSC00044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Besides this, he also showed pictures he took in Japan in the lecture class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; 3. Recently in my campus, there are a lot of this sign all around. Nothing weird right? The only thing I want to point out is why must there be the word "WARNING" there. It's like saying "this area is monitored so dont do anything stupid and waste our time". Erm...actually nothing weird la...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380211627558755154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SqpZ-D0Q21I/AAAAAAAAArI/bxKjqC1MD8U/s400/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Today is the first time I am eating at Nando's. There is this offer where you buy two sets of 1/4 chicken meal and pay 3/4 for it. I ordered the hot peri-peri flavour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380211656385012210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SqpZ_vM-ofI/AAAAAAAAArg/vxsmoe7b9Oc/s400/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four types of sauces to go with the meal. Extra hot (below), hot, garlic and tomato. The extra hot sauce is not something to be reckon with. &lt;strong&gt;IT IS HOT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380211646272096306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SqpZ_Jh3yDI/AAAAAAAAArY/y_Uvxej_nEE/s400/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-7694079108341348982?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/7694079108341348982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=7694079108341348982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7694079108341348982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7694079108341348982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-asshole-la-dr-moley.html' title='Damn asshole la, Dr. Moley'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SqpbwuE7_JI/AAAAAAAAArw/F94iVu1NHlA/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-1724628663771910570</id><published>2009-09-08T19:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:27:11.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><title type='text'>Cute~~</title><content type='html'>Just after dinner today, on the way back to ah mong's car, I suddenly saw a little girl inside a car (I am guessing 4-5 years old). When I saw her I sort of got stunned like when you are crossing the street without looking and suddenly a speeding car honks at you. Why was I stunned? Coz she, like most children does, was staring out the window with both hands on the window (its like those scary things in horror movies; you dont realise it is at the window and you suddenly turn and see them). Apparently she found it amusing and smiled at me (or maybe laughed =.=). Her smile was so cute and innocent I smiled back waving. After getting into the car just before leaving I turned to face her and smiled again waving &lt;em&gt;bye bye&lt;/em&gt; and she did the same. Haha...that really made my day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-1724628663771910570?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/1724628663771910570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=1724628663771910570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1724628663771910570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/1724628663771910570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/09/cute.html' title='Cute~~'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-3580188510577442505</id><published>2009-09-06T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:48:59.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>I am a man?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SqK_tqtXQCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/aj_OUpySPt4/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378071696313368610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SqK_tqtXQCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/aj_OUpySPt4/s400/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See this...Wanna know how I got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all here...&lt;a href="http://jacksonywl.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-will-you-do-when-your-toilet-is.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih...pain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-3580188510577442505?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/3580188510577442505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=3580188510577442505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3580188510577442505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3580188510577442505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-man.html' title='I am a man?!'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SqK_tqtXQCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/aj_OUpySPt4/s72-c/DSC00035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-4012779913037353208</id><published>2009-09-03T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:14:24.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>I so need to arrange my schedule properly next semester</title><content type='html'>My pending list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tutorial to complete before this friday's test 4/9/2009 (Multiple Integral and vector calculus)&lt;br /&gt;2. One quiz and one assignment for electric.&lt;br /&gt;3. One assignment for fluid mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;4. Start to plan my time for studying. (first paper for finals is 30/9)&lt;br /&gt;5. Registration schedule for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. One assignment for Materials Engineering (just came up)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. One pop-quiz (anytime in between now and Final)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is......I am feeling very lazy as in I dont want to face my notes =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I started a bit on my tutorial just now and solved some problems. It will definitely give me some confidence in the test this friday. Been sleeping in the calss lately too... =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-4012779913037353208?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/4012779913037353208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=4012779913037353208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4012779913037353208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4012779913037353208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/09/lot-of-things.html' title='I so need to arrange my schedule properly next semester'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-3219912893951538256</id><published>2009-09-01T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:47:48.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><title type='text'>Impermanence</title><content type='html'>After about 5 hours of discussion in Moral Studies, no other religion can give a reason for the suffering of human beings except for Buddha's teaching. Buddha says that we suffer because of our attachments. Very true indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few fays, gathering with those who went training and knowing that certain people is leaving to chase their dreams really reminded me of impermanence. Those doing FYP and leaving soon...haih...I am suffering already...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How not to be attached...everyday also see these people's face...everyday talk cock also talk with these people...everyday disturb also disturb these people...everyday kena disturb also by these people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not be attached is to not be human...Buddhahood is definitely not human...and then there is a certain part that wants to feel human...which is another attachment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what someone always says, "apa la"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-3219912893951538256?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/3219912893951538256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=3219912893951538256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3219912893951538256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3219912893951538256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/09/impermanence.html' title='Impermanence'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2531603311218870600</id><published>2009-08-31T21:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:53:15.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang kai'/><title type='text'>A weekend plus 1</title><content type='html'>This weekend was quite a crazy one. The people involved are, Ravi, Chu Hui, Pei Lin, Tat, Mong, Jackson, Hei Lek, Irene and me. (Jackson, from the steamboat onwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It started with me waking up at 8am to read my notes and do some exercise on Basic Management, Accounting and Economics. At 2 pm, I went for my exam without proper lunch. I am gonna sidetrack a bit. Following are the &lt;strong&gt;Tete's theories during examination&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Must at least gone through every chapter that is coming out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Must at least take a short nap just before the exam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Must go to the exam with style (set hair and dress nicely).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Must not eat anything heavy (a bar of chocolate will be enough)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's about my theory. I went in, used 30 mins out of the 90 mins time duration to finish the questions and came out. Walked back hoping to get a pack of nasi lemak on the way but they ran out of sambal...and chicken...so, I ended up not eating lunch. About 4pm we went for a movie, The Proposal. It was a nice movie which started out with a boss proposing to her secretary for her selfish needs but...you know where this goes with that "but".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376124556927561922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SpvUzPPr8MI/AAAAAAAAAqw/C9i8-sUN8c0/s400/0023ae606f170ba96a0906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock still looks beautiful despite the wrinkles. After the movie we had crabs as the main dish for our dinner! The crabs were huge! Not those tiny meatless ones. The night ended with mahjong tiles hitting against each other and blackjack. A little bit of liquor in between...a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of us went to the market to get stuff for that night's steamboat dinner. The rest...continued sleeping and I was one of them. Wakaka...We got prepared and set off later to Dreambox where some of us sang our lungs out and some...just sang with their lungs intact. Haha...Right after that, we went to catch another movie...ORPHAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376124545487468738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SpvUykoJ-MI/AAAAAAAAAqo/TKI2qd6z1Do/s400/orphan-movie-poster-screening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story line was good and the sound effect scared me...This movie is something like Chucky Child's Play (the human soul that got transferred into a doll body and kills people) just that the killer this time is a girl or should I say woman (you'll know why when you watch the movie). Throughout the movie, I was whispering (Oh my god...no...no...) and cursing (shit...fuck lo...whatthefuck...cb...). That was how I reacted to the movie...Then we went back, on the way getting some McD so as not to starve waiting for the steamboat and a small cake to celebrate Hei Lek's birthday. After all the boiling, eating and cleaning up, we lighted up the candle and sang a birthday song for Hei Lek...Later, mahjong tiles again, some liquor again and blackjack again before I retired to bed while they continued with DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up this morning, quite early I suppose...to a game of DOTA cause I missed last night's action. Lost like crap...Everybody wash up and we went to Mahkota Parade to land ourselves at Baskin' Robbins. It was my first time eating ice-cream here and I bought the smallest cup they got with Marcadamia and Mango Tango ice-dream mixed in it. It costed me RM18.50 after tax for it. Luckily today there was offer of 30% for it. If not, I will be paying RM 25.50 before tax for it. I got a whole cup for myself...hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376115833017679730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SpvM3cJfP3I/AAAAAAAAAqg/3IlKEnXhy0w/s400/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pic was a bit blurry maybe because of the dim lighting and my shaking hands. Well, I finished it. The girls went to shop while we boys went to the bowling alley. I suck at bowling so I am not gonna elaborate on how I suck. After that we met up again and Ravi, Chu Hui and Pei Lin went on their way back to Klang again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For this weekend, my face grew lots of pimples...gotta be patient and slowly nurture my face back again...That's all. Almost forgot...actually more like didnt even care...Happy Independence Day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2531603311218870600?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2531603311218870600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2531603311218870600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2531603311218870600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2531603311218870600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-plus-1.html' title='A weekend plus 1'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SpvUzPPr8MI/AAAAAAAAAqw/C9i8-sUN8c0/s72-c/0023ae606f170ba96a0906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6631930777473008922</id><published>2009-08-26T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:05:01.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw her again. This time we managed to had a little chat. Turns out she is in epsilon year! LoL... She is retaking some of her subjects that she didnt get good grades for. 3 years older than me. But she still smiles perfectly. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6631930777473008922?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6631930777473008922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6631930777473008922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6631930777473008922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6631930777473008922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/08/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-3205304130390924705</id><published>2009-08-25T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T02:40:48.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Puasa till like that?</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to campus when I saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373580118592374546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SpLKpbzMxxI/AAAAAAAAAqY/XVX8Xh7Ztxo/s400/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I saw the car like that, the driver (the woman standing there) was still in the car. The funny thing was that she was trying to reverse back to the road WITH 3 WHEELS touching the ground. I went like WTH WTH. There is actually a drain in between the land and the road and she was trying to reverse...the car seemed like it wanted to overturn everytime she tried reversing. Finally she gave up...Thank goodness!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After confirming its safe, I approached the car from the left side of the window and knocked on it. I signalled to the driver whether she was okay (the thumb and pointing finger touching together with the 3 other fingers pointing upwards gesture) She just nodded and continued on her phone talking to someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came 3 International Students. One of them went to the driver side and asked her to come out. Awhile after that, more people poured in on the scene and that is when I took the picture and left the scene. She is fine and she got more than enough help to get her car out of there and I got a class to attend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Judging by the way she reacted, I think it was her own clumsiness. Most probably she dozed off an went up the side of the road. Tired people should &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; never drive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-3205304130390924705?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/3205304130390924705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=3205304130390924705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3205304130390924705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3205304130390924705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/08/puasa-till-like-that.html' title='Puasa till like that?'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SpLKpbzMxxI/AAAAAAAAAqY/XVX8Xh7Ztxo/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2559731896542959815</id><published>2009-08-24T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:43:35.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Hello from Japan (Mr. Beh Siao Lin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SpFwj0rKT_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qvC0rgLZqX0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373199591167119346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SpFwj0rKT_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qvC0rgLZqX0/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello from Japan! :&lt;br /&gt;Dear students,&lt;br /&gt;I have safely reached Japan, and attached is a picture as my greeting to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Back to fluid mechanics assignment matters: some students have not done the lucky draw. So these students have to submit all 10 questions on the date of submission.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He (my lecturer) freaking uploaded this in MMLS, MMU's Multimedia Learning System where you download learning stuffs from...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading this I was like....WTH! Are you trying to make us jealous? Well, congrats cause you made me jealous...But you also made me determined to go to Japan one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments: he is a one of a kind lecturer you can never find anywhere else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2559731896542959815?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2559731896542959815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2559731896542959815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2559731896542959815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2559731896542959815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-from-japan-mr-beh-siao-lin.html' title='Hello from Japan (Mr. Beh Siao Lin)'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SpFwj0rKT_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/qvC0rgLZqX0/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-3395247594823634769</id><published>2009-08-18T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:09:31.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Eyes and smile breaks my defense</title><content type='html'>Nowadays MMU Malacca has quite a number of pretty girls. Most of them puts make up and some of them has on quite thick make up compared to others. It's like suddenly all the girls knows how to beautify themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far, all the girls i fell for are the one's that mesmerized me with their glittering eyes and beatiful smile. Make up to me is secondary aspect. Too much and the person looks like a ghost. Just a little should be alright but like I said, its not that important to me. What I really look for is, like I said, glittering eyes and a beautiful wide smile. Only a handful of people has these traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday I met a girl with these features. Her smile was sweet and looking into her eyes stunned me. It's like a pair of hands caressing me cheek softly and holding it in position so that I couldnt look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there is a very strong gap that cannot be closed, belief. Today I accidentally bump into her again and she remembered me and said hi. I replied her with a hi and she chuckled. So cute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-3395247594823634769?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/3395247594823634769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=3395247594823634769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3395247594823634769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/3395247594823634769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/08/eyes-and-smile-breaks-my-defense.html' title='Eyes and smile breaks my defense'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-8112387947831666096</id><published>2009-08-15T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:50:25.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>...is nothing but...</title><content type='html'>Lately, I am having another lecturer, an Indian lecturer, that speaks with a slang. This is the third lecturer so far that speaks like this. What I mean by a slang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First : A sentence that has "is nothing but" in between. Eg. This equation is nothing but Ns = ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second : circuit is pronounced as cir-cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third : The letter "A" is pronounced as "yay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth : Anything with the letter "r" is sort of highlighted. Others are sort of monotone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth : Takes a breath to speak 2-3 sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not racist or anything but this type of thing interests me the way their mother tongue influences the way they speak. Some international lecturer also have a slang. Then the problem with students (well bcoz most of the students in MMU is chinese) is that they themselves have their slang. So everybody is like an alien to anybody else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-8112387947831666096?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/8112387947831666096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=8112387947831666096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8112387947831666096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8112387947831666096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-nothing-but.html' title='...is nothing but...'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-623210390868482549</id><published>2009-08-01T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:40:49.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger and Frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Midterm Break!!</title><content type='html'>Hell Yeah! I got a week holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those assignments, lab reports, midterm test, quizzes, social work, presentation can get the hell outta my face for awhile. It has been so very annoying having all these things bugging me. It's like listening to fingernails scratching on a wooden surface which produces screeches that makes you wanna take a hammer and slam it on whoever's hand it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that spoiled my holiday....I havent reached home and it already disturbed my happiness. It is the F***ING POLLUTED AIR. My throat is so darn itchy right now because of the polluted air. You know what....screw the censorship! FUCK YOU INDONESIAN AGRICULTURE! FUCK YOU FOR RUINING MY HOLIDAY MOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that has been released...I feel somewhat better. HAPPY HOLIDAYS STUDENTS OF MMU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-623210390868482549?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/623210390868482549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=623210390868482549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/623210390868482549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/623210390868482549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/08/midterm-break.html' title='Midterm Break!!'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-9050936708041630436</id><published>2009-07-26T11:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:01:01.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whateva'/><title type='text'>I said, "Yes, you looked wonderful tonight~~"</title><content type='html'>The song is "wonderful tonight by eric clapton" ____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my hair looks like this... Well...I took quite some time to style it this way. And so far...only did it once. Haha...I rather it swinging then hardened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362612680380725490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SmvT0goZOPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/DnW99MNvNEE/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is for manual styling...Here are some "auto-styling" pictures achievable only after a good night sleep!  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SmvT0IEb8uI/AAAAAAAAAqA/89Kmd7s84KU/s1600-h/100_2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362612673787458274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SmvT0IEb8uI/AAAAAAAAAqA/89Kmd7s84KU/s400/100_2613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SmvTz-Fx3XI/AAAAAAAAAp4/CDudKOz_7rg/s1600-h/100_2547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362612671108734322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SmvTz-Fx3XI/AAAAAAAAAp4/CDudKOz_7rg/s400/100_2547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SmvTzR29TXI/AAAAAAAAApw/fB-tSBI_mvk/s1600-h/100_2540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362612659235409266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SmvTzR29TXI/AAAAAAAAApw/fB-tSBI_mvk/s400/100_2540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SmvTzHlJhjI/AAAAAAAAApo/KC6l2UVk6V8/s1600-h/100_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362612656476358194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SmvTzHlJhjI/AAAAAAAAApo/KC6l2UVk6V8/s400/100_2355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-9050936708041630436?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/9050936708041630436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=9050936708041630436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9050936708041630436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/9050936708041630436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-said-you-looked-wonderful-tonight.html' title='I said, &quot;Yes, you looked wonderful tonight~~&quot;'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SmvT0goZOPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/DnW99MNvNEE/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7199827402605170499</id><published>2009-07-24T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:27:54.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='f-ed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Dumb Dumb people that dont know how to use the toilet</title><content type='html'>First, I did not cry nor did I LoL after my fluid midterm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my class at CLC and it was supposed to be 8am to 10 am but the lecturer released us early at 9.30am. I was in need of going to the toilet but from experience, from 9am to about 10am the toilets in CLC was under maintenance (cleaning). So I went to the neighbouring block which was FOSEE (meant for Foundation students) to find myself a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving there, I met a cleaner coming out from the toilet. This was how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Kak, boleh saya guna? (pointing towards the toilet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a stare and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak: Kamu dari CLC ke?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing her unhappy face, I quickly replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Tak, saya dari class sini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what she said already but she started ranting about how she just cleaned the toilet and a few guys from CLC came and caused a blockage in the "peeing column" and the whole floor was wet...then I followed her into the toilet, and she started pointing to the column...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak: Sini lah, mana boleh buang benda dalam ni. Yang benda itu sudah takde (refering to the trap that keeps solids from entering the drainage) mestilah sumbat. Tengok lah lantai! Semua banjir sampai ke luar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went in to one of the section (the one that you can do big business in) and did my business while she continued complaining that other people will make a complain about the toilet and she will get caught in the fire. When I came out she wasnt there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Haih...pity her...some people just dont know how to use a toilet...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking half way back towards CLC (CLC and FOSEE is connected by a bridge on the first floor), she called out to me with a smile on her face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak: Dik! Kamu dari CLC ya...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that split second I thought of telling her the truth which was, if I had told her I was from CLC in the beginning, she would right away shoot me without thinking. But I thought, aih..forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Takde la kak...Saya dari class sana (pointing towards FOSEE).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak (being persistent): Mana? 000 berapa? (the 000 refers to the lecture hall number)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me (still not giving up): Saya dari atas satu tingkat, hujung sana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak: Habis kenapa tak guna tandas dekat atas? Atas pun ada tandas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, thankfully I know the layout of the building cause I studied here before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Tandas kat sana ada satu itu (refering to the peeing column and doing hand gesture) saja dan satu itu (refering to the section for big business). Tadi ada banyak orang...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she stopped being persistent and swallowed my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak: Tapi saya tak faham lah...kenapa budak CLC datang sini? CLC pun ada banayak tandas apa...kenapa tak pergi situ? Kenapa mesti datang sini...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Setahu saya kak, kira-kira pukul sembilan hingga sepuluh, tandas kat CLC sedang dibersih. Jadi semua tandas tak boleh guna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak:Oh, dia ada letak ini ya (using her mop to lean against the wall and then used her hands to draw a cross on the air).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Ya, kak. Mereka tutup jadi tak boleh guna. Kakak pun boleh letak macam tu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak: Kakak tak nak letak sebab kesina juga. Tapi guna pun janganlah sampai kotorkan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Mereka tak tau gunalah kak...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak: Tak fahamlah saya. Ada sekali, satu budak tu kakak selalu jumpa dia. Dia selalu cakap dia suka guna tandas kat sini sebab bersih.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she went on talking...there was one guy who is christian, studied for 5 years here, work in Singapore, still Malaysian, people like him knows how to take care of their own image, anak Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, another story about a guy who just went and piss went she was right beside him mopping. She even made the gesture LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak: Budak itu...kak dekat tepi saja tengah lap lantai, dia boleh...(while acting like the guy holding his wee wee). Kalau adik, adik rasa malu tak...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: mestilah malu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kak: dia ni tak langsung...boleh dia kencing...saya kat sebelah aje.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I tried to take my leave coz I got another class (tutorial actually) coming up. She wished me good luck studying and bye bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously...damn lot of &lt;strong&gt;idiots &lt;/strong&gt;dont know how to keep the toilet clean. If go to the toilet before they clean...beside the toilet bowl got damn lot of tissue papers...once I was &lt;strong&gt;unlucky &lt;/strong&gt;enough to meet with a lump of &lt;strong&gt;dried up shit!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No matter how many times I flushed...it didnt move an inch. I even tried shooting it with the hose...still didnt budge! Seriously WTF! The fella must have consumed some kind of super glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Conclusion is, although many consider themselves as city or high class people but their toilet skills are below that of an animal! Even a dog knows how to cover their shit with sand...Such disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-7199827402605170499?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/7199827402605170499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=7199827402605170499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7199827402605170499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7199827402605170499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/07/dumb-dumb-people-that-dont-know-how-to.html' title='Dumb Dumb people that dont know how to use the toilet'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-8531222377769099348</id><published>2009-07-20T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:45:16.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Will I end up laughing or the other way around?</title><content type='html'>Fluid mechanics midterm test is this wed. The first part is taught by Dr. Teo KK which I think almost every senior doesnt like. He will be setting the questions I suppose and I dont think it will be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...will I laugh or will I cry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-8531222377769099348?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/8531222377769099348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=8531222377769099348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8531222377769099348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/8531222377769099348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/07/will-i-end-up-laughing-or-other-way.html' title='Will I end up laughing or the other way around?'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-4779846631384430164</id><published>2009-07-16T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:33:18.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Drag me to...KUKU la!</title><content type='html'>Just finished watching drag me to hell. The last time I checked, the rating was 7.9 out of 10 on imdb and most people I asked said it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the first half of the movie, my thought was,"Shit man...the girl so &lt;em&gt;suey&lt;/em&gt; suddenly got cursed by some bitch then some demon chasing you and harassing you before taking your soul. &lt;s&gt;Fucking&lt;/s&gt; Damn scary!". I was shaking like hell in my chair &lt;em&gt;(ask Jackson, Mong or Irene, they can tell you). &lt;/em&gt;Then from second half onwards, the movie became sarcastic....or rather stupid. Graphics was a bit lame also. It's like the director has no idea how to end the movie and simply put stuff inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the buildup of the story is good but the ending sucks. There is LOTS of disgusting things like spraying blood from the nose, vomitting some &lt;em&gt;goo&lt;/em&gt;, disgusting fake sets of teeth, phlegm, a bloody fly going in and out of the girl's nostril then into her mouth and later coming out again, lots and lots of pulling of hair (I still wonder why the girl still have hair after all that pulling...the word "movie" explains it all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont recommend you to watch it in the cinema. You can put this in...let's say almost at the end of your "I am bored and I want to do something" list. There you go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-4779846631384430164?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/4779846631384430164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=4779846631384430164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4779846631384430164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4779846631384430164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/07/drag-me-tokuku-la.html' title='Drag me to...KUKU la!'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-7865685730864574637</id><published>2009-07-13T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:18:46.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOLWTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>I will be~~</title><content type='html'>I will be - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my materials lecturer related one of the application of ferromagnetic metals (naturally posesses magnetic field) with our daily stuff. There are two types which is hard metals and soft metals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how he related it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard metals are harder to magnetize and demagnetize while soft metals are easy to magnetize and demagnetize. Some devices requires soft metals and some requires hard metals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st way : Its like carbohydrates and fat. One is easier to extract energy from (carbohydrates) and the other is harder (fat). Then why dont we store carbohydrates instead of fat as source of backup energy? Its because storing as fat is less bulky and therefore takes up less space and weighs less. Unlike moving creatures, plants store food in form of carbohydrates cause they dont move. If we were to store food in the form of carbohydrate, we can just cut out part of our body and eat it to get instant energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd way : Men stores fat in their tummy. Women stores fat in their...? Breast? WRONG! In their thighs and buttocks. Theory is that during ancient times, men go out hunting. If the fat is stored in their thighs and buttocks, they wont be able to run fast. Storing fat in their tummy, where the centre of gravity is, still allows them to run. That's why if you see a policeman with a tummy, dont criticize him, HE CAN RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd way : But then tummy isnt a good place to store fat, the best place is the thighs and buttocks. However, men still cant store fat at their thighs and buttocks because of the existance of their genitals. It might disrupt certain "THINGS". Even so, the fat located at the tummy is easier to burn than fat located in the thighs or buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : In the end, it is all based on the application, what characteristics is needed for the device. I am talking bout the metals, not fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-7865685730864574637?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/7865685730864574637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=7865685730864574637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7865685730864574637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/7865685730864574637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-will-be.html' title='I will be~~'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-4422639950759366582</id><published>2009-07-11T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:34:55.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMU'/><title type='text'>Different lecturer different style</title><content type='html'>Today I made a comparison between three lecturers. All three have a Dr. title under their belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the one teaching me Materials Engineering this semester. He comes in and babble out some stuff regarding elements and says you should know this you know...it might come out in your exam. Then simply just give some questions that I got no idea how to answer even after spending few hours going through the book and notes while searching the internet and says one of them might come out. Scribble something on the white board with...lousy handwriting add with a marker that is almost out of ink. Squinted my eyes till it almost pop-ed due to the pressure...This, I think is the type classic type of lecturer that dont spoon feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the one teaching me Engineering Maths 3. He is like...you must know this and that. You just learnt this what...2 weeks ago? Gave it back already? This type of lecturer gives you lots of pressure and makes you doubt your ability to answer any question...  &gt;..&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, the lecturer that is my tutor for Engineering Maths 3. He is like, this is super hard. Must becareful doing it. This is not easy...He said it gently and calmly; just the way he presents the tutorial classes which makes you want to study properly and not let him down. This type of lecturer is the one that puts himself into your shoes and speaks from your point of view. GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different lecturers different style...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-4422639950759366582?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/4422639950759366582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=4422639950759366582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4422639950759366582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/4422639950759366582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/07/different-lecturer-different-style.html' title='Different lecturer different style'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-2090679222110745340</id><published>2009-07-08T01:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:56:30.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy moments'/><title type='text'>Pinky</title><content type='html'>Today I bought a new phone. After considering between Nokia 5320 and SE T700, I finally decided on T700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after asking the seller whether he have a pure silver one, he said no, and not certain when will have new stock for that. He said there was only pink...my thought was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355793316140030034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SlOZpRLwGFI/AAAAAAAAApY/ydKsFjVTukg/s400/sony-ericsson-t700-rouge-phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually it was like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355792566427952690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SlOY9oSdpjI/AAAAAAAAApQ/LlbKPbWLD1E/s400/se-t700.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Grabbed it anyway...opt for a change...LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355793581055067890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SlOZ4sEaxvI/AAAAAAAAApg/jsg3slxAu38/s400/100_3185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Introducing Pinky...my new phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-2090679222110745340?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/2090679222110745340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=2090679222110745340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2090679222110745340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/2090679222110745340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/07/pinky.html' title='Pinky'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SlOZpRLwGFI/AAAAAAAAApY/ydKsFjVTukg/s72-c/sony-ericsson-t700-rouge-phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570766760775784398.post-6304842999520397689</id><published>2009-07-05T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:29:12.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>It's a difficult decision</title><content type='html'>Imagine yourself being caught in the middle of two things and you have to choose either of them.&lt;br /&gt;One is what you need to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;One is what you dont want to leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you cant hold on to both. If you can, it will be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delaying wont do you any good either, cause opportunity doesnt wait for you. Grab it or let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grab it or let it go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570766760775784398-6304842999520397689?l=kuangte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/feeds/6304842999520397689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7570766760775784398&amp;postID=6304842999520397689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6304842999520397689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570766760775784398/posts/default/6304842999520397689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuangte.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-difficult-decision.html' title='It&apos;s a difficult decision'/><author><name>Tete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18203771541005102465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wznjuXmXqQo/SkpQ6H6oWqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/4asysyhDpd0/S220/100_2744.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
