<?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-6465396108240711363</id><updated>2012-01-12T17:09:45.660+08:00</updated><category term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><category term='bla and bla story'/><category term='Bla-nders'/><title type='text'>Let's Blabla</title><subtitle type='html'>My blog talks wat I want it to talk..actually I force it to talk wan...or is it speak..or share..or something else?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2611274085373243695</id><published>2011-09-19T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:18:30.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Did You Watch...</title><content type='html'>The match between Manchester United and Chelsea last night? I'm not talking about my sis and her roommate but the actual clubs. Well, Man U won the game 3-1, but the game was interesting not because 4 goals were scored, but the amount that weren't instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fell when wanting to score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One slipped while taking a penalty kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One keeper running to the opponent's goal only to realise he was at the wrong side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the greatest of the miss belonged to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Torres"&gt;Fernando Torres&lt;/a&gt;. He rounded the keeper very well and was actually one-on-one with the goal! At first sight, I thought he was going to score but he missed. I was more flabbergasted, blabbergasted, dumbfounded, smartunfounded than being happy he didn't score. Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3M3jAmrrVA8"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just pity him for the miss. He was playing well up until that point. As a striker, your job is to score. Rounding off the keeper is a bonus but the core you must fulfill. And sadly, he missed the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just like a student preparing for the exam only to realise the exam was 2 months ago and he missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like an accountant missing an obvious number and the accounts come up with a huge mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like a lawyer getting her files ready for the big trial and upon walking in the court with brimming confidence, realises she's in the wrong court and missed the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I checked the dates and phew, STPM ain't 2 months ago!&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/6465396108240711363-2611274085373243695?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2611274085373243695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2611274085373243695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2611274085373243695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2611274085373243695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/09/did-you-watch.html' title='Did You Watch...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2135281297519404198</id><published>2011-08-31T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:14:54.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Only He Knows</title><content type='html'>Just read a blog of a friend of mine. Always seemed so cheerful, but that blog had none of it. I guess people often put up a brave front but inside, they're just hurt and shattered. If not for that blog, how am I to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose only God knows, and hence the only One who can help. It is comforting to know God does help through us friends.&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/6465396108240711363-2135281297519404198?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2135281297519404198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2135281297519404198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2135281297519404198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2135281297519404198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/08/only-he-knows.html' title='Only He Knows'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-801641782632248591</id><published>2011-07-25T20:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:44:07.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>A Motivator Came...</title><content type='html'>To school to well, motivate the students. It was a very good presentation about inspiring ourselves to keep moving forward and never giving up. What felt a bit weird though was the fact that God was never mentioned, even when Calvin, the motivator, said who was the one we listen to the most. But well, I guess that's true among many of us, even Christians are guilty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made the presentation contradict itself was when he showed a clip of &lt;a href="http://www.lifewithoutlimbs.org/"&gt;Nick Vujicic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hknRdNInFs/Ti1eFpoXJOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RhYem2HdmCY/s1600/nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hknRdNInFs/Ti1eFpoXJOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RhYem2HdmCY/s400/nick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633262160077858018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick here has &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetra-amelia"&gt;Tetra-amelia syndrome&lt;/a&gt;, a disability which results in losing your limbs. What Calvin wanted to bring out was that Nick of all people, could be the first to give up but chose instead to fight on, to listen to his voice, and to pursue greatness. He stood on his own two feet so to say, and stood tall. So we with limbs, should follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is that how it really went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin probably didn't know the part where Nick contemplated suicide because of his condition. He felt hopeless and couldn't find meaning in his life. But what really changed him wasn't the voice inside him, but the voice of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was in his hopelessness that he found God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his inability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In all these he found comfort and strength in God. God became and is his limbs till this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people in the world today are always telling us to push through things by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conquer the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the helpless? Does it become a 'the strong survive, the weak die' situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took Nick's helplessness to realize he needed God in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize strength comes not from himself, but from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize life is hopeless without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it takes a sense of hopelessness and helplessness for people to come to God, then I hope they do, and then find hope and help altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did Nick listen to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He listened to God the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;His video can be found&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USUvzKDroqM"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USUvzKDroqM"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-801641782632248591?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/801641782632248591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=801641782632248591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/801641782632248591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/801641782632248591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/07/motivator-came.html' title='A Motivator Came...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hknRdNInFs/Ti1eFpoXJOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RhYem2HdmCY/s72-c/nick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-1689956585596009700</id><published>2011-06-10T16:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:37:26.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Was Like...</title><content type='html'>'Woah, you're that fat already?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not saying any girl is fat or anything, but Ronaldo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, not Cristiano Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYQBs9mm-Qc/TfHUv7HXoUI/AAAAAAAAANg/au0pIjGm7to/s1600/cristiano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYQBs9mm-Qc/TfHUv7HXoUI/AAAAAAAAANg/au0pIjGm7to/s400/cristiano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616504130095259970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If he's fat, we're all doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm talking about the Brazilian Ronaldo. Yeah, he was awesome and stuff. Won 2 World Cups and holds the record for most goals scored in World Cup with 15 goals! He was fit at that time and had speed and strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeT5JQLWmDQ/TfHWM1iWvSI/AAAAAAAAANo/9Lm_YlDStx4/s1600/Ronaldo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeT5JQLWmDQ/TfHWM1iWvSI/AAAAAAAAANo/9Lm_YlDStx4/s400/Ronaldo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616505726325669154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Glory days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but look at him now. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfGCj0BpDGY/TfHWdnMTDiI/AAAAAAAAANw/9y4PDV9Py04/s1600/ronaldo%2Bafter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LfGCj0BpDGY/TfHWdnMTDiI/AAAAAAAAANw/9y4PDV9Py04/s400/ronaldo%2Bafter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616506014532832802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE THAT!&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/6465396108240711363-1689956585596009700?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/1689956585596009700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=1689956585596009700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1689956585596009700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1689956585596009700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-was-like.html' title='I Was Like...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYQBs9mm-Qc/TfHUv7HXoUI/AAAAAAAAANg/au0pIjGm7to/s72-c/cristiano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-6127540506524100594</id><published>2011-06-06T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:24:52.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>The Constant Variable</title><content type='html'>Life changes a lot as you grow older. New responsibilities come in and are often heavier than the previous ones, new worries, new headaches, and then pimples and wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a toddler, all I worried about was getting a new toy and milk. Ken seems to be at this stage still, hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 7, I worried about getting up early on Saturdays to watch Dragon Ball Z at 8 a.m. Still a mystery why TV2 had to put it so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 13, I didn't have my first love. Instead, I worried about Manchester United winning the Premier League and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I worried about how useful I am in God's work. Oh ya, there was SPM too... Nah, not as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 19, WRONG! I am 19! I worry about my future, Manchester United winning the Champions' League (Which they loss and caused a waterfall of tears), and pleasing God in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petty stuff like watching a cartoon show or little toys matter little now. It's just like how we put away clothes that don't fit us anymore and wear clothes that fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Considering the fact that Manchester United is a mature thing, it's safe to say I matured when I was 13. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point is that things just get bigger and bigger from here on out. Looking at my elder sisters, the things they go through can get quite stressful as compared to my 'big worries'(MU is an exclusion). But the one thing I'm glad is The Constant Variable, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, my perception of how much He loves me might change sometimes, but the truth remains that God is constant all the time. In a world of uncertainty, it's nice to have a certainty which is true to hold on too. And for that, I'm thankful. I'll manage through uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-6127540506524100594?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/6127540506524100594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=6127540506524100594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6127540506524100594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6127540506524100594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/06/constant-variable.html' title='The Constant Variable'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-3865433151166691175</id><published>2011-04-30T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T12:27:02.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>"Shaun, What hair to cut?"</title><content type='html'>When my sister asked me this, I thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hmm, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Commando&lt;/span&gt; hairstyle maybe? Or what about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bald&lt;/span&gt;, or go wild with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered, it's my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know any female hairstyle la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&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/6465396108240711363-3865433151166691175?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/3865433151166691175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=3865433151166691175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3865433151166691175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3865433151166691175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/04/shaun-what-hair-to-cut.html' title='&quot;Shaun, What hair to cut?&quot;'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-1627437052136474068</id><published>2011-04-21T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:53:36.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Know About My Parents Right?"</title><content type='html'>I hesitated to answer. I kind of gathered that somewhere something was wrong because my friend always spoke about her mom only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Err... Not really. I'm kinda shy in asking you about this actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, my parents were living separately for quite some time. Then they divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;How long did they live separately again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11 years. (Which makes her 8 at that time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And when did your parents divorce again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That for me, was hard to swallow. And I'm not even the one having to bear it. The divorce happened as recent as last year, and yet she showed no signs of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry about what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's alright, I've learned to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live through it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; isn't&lt;/span&gt; a thing that should happen. Yeah, you may have done well living through the pain, but the whole point is that nobody should be put through that pain in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love of a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care of a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are things everyone is entitled to experience. And yet, my friend lacks it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living through it is brave, but if only there weren't such a thing as divorce, then she wouldn't have to live through it but to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it really that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard &lt;/span&gt;to stay together until "death do us part"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Only when your wife breathes her last in your arms, can you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;truly say&lt;/span&gt;, 'This is my wife'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shouldn't we then, live like today would be our loved one's last and treasure them dearly instead of signing some documents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-1627437052136474068?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/1627437052136474068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=1627437052136474068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1627437052136474068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1627437052136474068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-know-about-my-parents-right.html' title='&quot;You Know About My Parents Right?&quot;'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8029202124224384092</id><published>2011-03-03T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:18:48.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Got...</title><content type='html'>Called by the teacher to stand beside him today. As I saw my classmates going back to class after quad, I wondered on what basis I was held for. I was about to say Habeas Corpus regardless whether it was relevant or not when he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Boy, your hair too long already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eh? Sir you call this long ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And he went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh, not the hair, just the sideburns actually. Go and cut yourself ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But dude, I like just cut my hair last February wei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;growth hormones&lt;/span&gt; feel insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is blaming them for producing hair at a very high rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how my hormones long for justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6465396108240711363-8029202124224384092?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8029202124224384092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8029202124224384092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8029202124224384092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8029202124224384092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-got.html' title='I Got...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2551230815427142393</id><published>2011-02-28T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:16:21.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>I Ran...</title><content type='html'>5.8km in the cross-country run on Saturday. It was my second competitive outing, and again, it was very tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I felt like giving up and just walked instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At another point, I had cramps in my stomach and shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to carry on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the stadium where 400 metres had yet to be completed, I truly felt like giving up again because of the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the third time, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I made it. I kinda pushed myself to the limit and felt like vomiting, but the satisfaction of knowing I ran the entire track was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post this today not because I want to show how determined I was in completing the race, but rather the thought that came as I was running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus was the thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The men who were guarding Jesus began &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;mocking and beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Him. They blindfolded Him and demanded, “Prophesy! Who hit you?” And they said many other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;insulting things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;to Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Luke 22: 63-65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He could have given up on His Mission and give in to the people who hit Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then Herod and his soldiers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ridiculed and mocked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;him. Dressing him in an elegant robe, they sent him back to Pilate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Luke 23:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, He could have given up His Mission. But He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to carry on in spite of what the king and soldiers did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They (the soldiers) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stripped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; him and put a scarlet robe on him, and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;twisted together a crown of thorns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and set it on his head.  They put a staff in his right hand. Then they knelt in front of him and  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; him. “Hail, king of the Jews!” they said. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;spit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; on him, and took the staff and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;struck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; him on the head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Matthew 27:28-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When they came to the place called the Skull, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;crucified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; him there,  along with the criminals—one on his right, the other on his left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Luke 23:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even unto death, He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What was His Mission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; save &lt;/span&gt;you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being 100% human, the physical and mental pain must have burdened Jesus greatly, to the point of giving up. But because He had us on His mind, He&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; determined&lt;/span&gt; to carry on until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him, saving us was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worth &lt;/span&gt;all the pain and mocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And for that, I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus showed us God's love&lt;br /&gt;In the garden when He prayed for us&lt;br /&gt;Jesus showed us God's love&lt;br /&gt;When He carried that awful cross&lt;br /&gt;Tell me could you say, what Jesus said&lt;br /&gt;If they did those mean things to you,&lt;br /&gt;"Father, forgive them, they know not what they do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus showed us God's love&lt;br /&gt;When He let them nail Him to the cross&lt;br /&gt;Jesus showed us God's love&lt;br /&gt;When He died for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me could you say, what Jesus said&lt;br /&gt;If they did those mean things to you,&lt;br /&gt;"Father, forgive them, they know not what they do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By The Donut Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6465396108240711363-2551230815427142393?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2551230815427142393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2551230815427142393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2551230815427142393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2551230815427142393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-ran.html' title='I Ran...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7657216550645198629</id><published>2011-02-16T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:39:33.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>People Ask...</title><content type='html'>What's Prayer Meeting for if you can just sit at home with your family members and pray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;, do we actually do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, today's time of prayer was already proof itself of the importance of coming together, praying and encouraging one another.&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/6465396108240711363-7657216550645198629?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7657216550645198629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7657216550645198629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7657216550645198629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7657216550645198629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/02/people-ask.html' title='People Ask...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4070093796683187523</id><published>2011-02-13T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:14:50.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Just Can't...</title><content type='html'>Help but post about this. Some of you may know my friend, Seon Fei. He attended MGC once. He's a dude from Yong Peng. Ya, a place famous for its fish balls. My teacher says it's so good it can bounce around and be used as a Ping-pong ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he is a very quiet dude, but can be very funny in his own special way. My class was planning to give a birthday surprise for my two classmates this Tuesday. Of course, for it to be a success, the two victims were not supposed to know anything about it. That should already be a known fact. But this Yong Peng dude here did something so funny you can't get angry with him but just say, "Well, that's Seon Fei to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He went and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell &lt;/span&gt;one of them that she was gonna get a surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't &lt;/span&gt;believe him because she thinks it's just plain dumbness to break it out to her that she's gonna get a surprise party. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; when it hasn't happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, he's that dumb. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a good way&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she asks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; does he tell her if it's true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sooner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;later you also will find out about it mah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Sx_EvYITJ0/TVfZEjg10fI/AAAAAAAAANU/9qRBFJfnh6o/s1600/seon%2Bfei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Sx_EvYITJ0/TVfZEjg10fI/AAAAAAAAANU/9qRBFJfnh6o/s400/seon%2Bfei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573161736169968114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He's the dude on the top right! Photo from his Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-4070093796683187523?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4070093796683187523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4070093796683187523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4070093796683187523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4070093796683187523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-cant.html' title='I Just Can&apos;t...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Sx_EvYITJ0/TVfZEjg10fI/AAAAAAAAANU/9qRBFJfnh6o/s72-c/seon%2Bfei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-3190504864591872441</id><published>2011-02-01T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:24:22.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Fernando Torres...</title><content type='html'>Has moved to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHELSEA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Instead of being one of the many livers in a pool, he has now become a gel in the sea! I was a bit surprised by the last-minute transfer news, but oh well, I guess they do grow money on trees. This transfer has received criticism from the fans because they feel he has turned his back on them. I don't really care, since I'm a Man U dude, although it's understandable why Torres would want to leave and the fans are angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TUgXZSwK2ZI/AAAAAAAAANI/5Cjlp9l2Y6E/s1600/torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TUgXZSwK2ZI/AAAAAAAAANI/5Cjlp9l2Y6E/s400/torres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568726662541662610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My sis says he's not handsome. I think she hasn't seen Wayne Rooney yet. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Torres could have made some fans forgive him by saying some nice things in the press. But noooo, he didn't! He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"This is the target for every footballer - to try to play for one of the top clubs in the world and I can do it now. I have to be very, very happy as I am..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That big dong! He should have said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the target for every footballer - to try to play for one of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; top clubs in the world &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;besides Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I can do it now. I have to be very, very happy as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6465396108240711363-3190504864591872441?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/3190504864591872441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=3190504864591872441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3190504864591872441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3190504864591872441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/02/fernando-torres.html' title='Fernando Torres...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TUgXZSwK2ZI/AAAAAAAAANI/5Cjlp9l2Y6E/s72-c/torres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-1888402302861048494</id><published>2011-01-25T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:03:41.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>We Had...</title><content type='html'>A Formative Test today. It's just a simple test to test us on what we've learned for the past month. It was all good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Except PA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kinda screwed it up. Instead of drawing the right graph, I panicked and drew the wrong one. What's ironic is I can say assuredly that I have done the most exercises on PA graphs, and yet, I was the only one who screwed up. And technically, it's my second screw up on the same part. Oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned - Homework is like drugs. You take too much of them, you get an overdose, and you die. Likewise, too much homework and exercises are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From today onwards, I shall &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minimize&lt;/span&gt; my homework and do only the minimum! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-1888402302861048494?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/1888402302861048494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=1888402302861048494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1888402302861048494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1888402302861048494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-had.html' title='We Had...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4376168292270159940</id><published>2011-01-23T19:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:25:42.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>I'm Doing A...</title><content type='html'>Research on a famous organization. It's just those folios we do when we're in Form 1, just that this is supposed to be more high class or some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a colloquium (Higher class name for folio) for my Pengajian Am, which is the General Paper where you learn about the great Generals of old. Nah, it's about the world, what's currently going on and stuff. Anyway, I was given the responsibility of finding the success this organization brings socially or politically. And surprisingly, the failures far outweigh the success stories, to the extent I'd have to hide the truths for the sake of meeting my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I remembered the Bible. The authors did not need to hide the failures of great people like Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Samuel, or even the great King David (No, not The Biggest Loser David). By the guiding of the Spirit of God, they were moved to reveal everything, even though their success stories would be stained by even the tiniest failure and cause readers to say 'Eh?'. To put in simpler terms, quoting Geoffrey Chaucer of A Knight's Tale who said this to a couple of men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TTwaxLtkZcI/AAAAAAAAANA/xQiY7c0w8cY/s1600/geoffrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TTwaxLtkZcI/AAAAAAAAANA/xQiY7c0w8cY/s400/geoffrey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565352671782921666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I will eviserate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Bible doesn't lie, tell half-truths, or hide truths. For whatever good things that were mentioned were really done, and this went along with the bad. And when the Bible doesn't lie or hide anything, it's comforting to know the truth that God loves you and I so much, that He was unwilling to let us go our way, but to build a bridge for us by His only Son, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which pops the question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you willing to use this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bridge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I swayed away from&lt;br /&gt;what I was supposed to do,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't help but to&lt;br /&gt;technologically pen this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6465396108240711363-4376168292270159940?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4376168292270159940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4376168292270159940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4376168292270159940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4376168292270159940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-doing.html' title='I&apos;m Doing A...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TTwaxLtkZcI/AAAAAAAAANA/xQiY7c0w8cY/s72-c/geoffrey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-815553163996780943</id><published>2011-01-17T22:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:21:10.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>I Was Reading...</title><content type='html'>Articles about homosexuality. No, I'm not confused, but I was merely helping my friend find some verses that speak about it. And no, my friend is not too. I came across an article where the writer claims that the Bible is actually silent about this issue and that &lt;em&gt;"Most people have not carefully and prayerfully researched the biblical texts often used to condemn God's lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He started out quite brightly by giving examples of how much blood was shed due to this misunderstanding of homosexuality. And yeah, the stuff some people did are bad, and God did not mean for them to do what they did. But as I read on, the truth got more and more bent, even bender than Neo could bend the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TTRYu5tvPAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VbfhHJmN2sg/s1600/spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TTRYu5tvPAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VbfhHJmN2sg/s400/spoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563169002499292162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I'm surprised at how he seems to reconcile the Bible and homosexuality, distorting the straight line of the Word so that it intersects with homosexuality, just like the Supply and Demand graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TTRajrbPdrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/C8vIune48a0/s1600/Basic_supply_demand.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TTRajrbPdrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/C8vIune48a0/s400/Basic_supply_demand.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563171008708310706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would  not want to comment too much here, lest this blog be super famous for issue-issue hot but partly also because there are just too much to comment. But just to clear things up, as much as I disagree about homosexuality, it's the sin I condemn, not the sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, if you want to read the article, feel free to message me in private and decide for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-815553163996780943?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/815553163996780943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=815553163996780943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/815553163996780943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/815553163996780943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-reading.html' title='I Was Reading...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TTRYu5tvPAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VbfhHJmN2sg/s72-c/spoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2378552065951255292</id><published>2011-01-14T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:59:52.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Ahahaha</title><content type='html'>Look at my chatbox. She just comes and says peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that quite amusing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're just walking like any ordinary day, and out of un-ordinari-ness, someone passes by and says, 'I'm a walker, peace.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think besides shouting 'stalker' and whacking that person, the other alternative is to just laugh about it. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Her link is about getting muscular.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, what you trying to imply about me ar?&lt;br /&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/6465396108240711363-2378552065951255292?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2378552065951255292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2378552065951255292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2378552065951255292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2378552065951255292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2011/01/ahahaha.html' title='Ahahaha'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-789664626952163187</id><published>2010-12-30T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:13:04.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Malaysia...</title><content type='html'>Won the AFF Suzuki Cup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TRw9oQF3AKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5MMDNq6l9UE/s1600/malaysiamenang_AFF_Suzuki_Cup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TRw9oQF3AKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5MMDNq6l9UE/s400/malaysiamenang_AFF_Suzuki_Cup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556383801991954594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were playing more defensively in the second leg as compared to the first leg, but hey, they did well anyway! And I believe that Safee Sali was awesome too. His header in the first leg was so fast, totally opposite to the monorail in Malacca! Then in the second leg, the through pass was so accurate while the power of his shot was just so great, even Stephen Chow from Shaolin Soccer would be proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TRw-bVTb-GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-RMP34xKxLU/s1600/safee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TRw-bVTb-GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-RMP34xKxLU/s400/safee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556384679564408930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh ya, he didn't really know what to do after accepting the award. But hey, we still love you dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, because of their achievement, we're getting a holiday tomorrow! But students like me are unaffected since we're already on holiday. And that means teachers also. Wouldn't that be unfair to us? Well, I sure hope the government would realise this fast and change the holiday to next Monday when school ACTUALLY starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that there'll be many cups for Malaysia to take part and win, so that we'll have plenty of holidays. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6465396108240711363-789664626952163187?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/789664626952163187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=789664626952163187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/789664626952163187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/789664626952163187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/12/malaysia.html' title='Malaysia...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TRw9oQF3AKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5MMDNq6l9UE/s72-c/malaysiamenang_AFF_Suzuki_Cup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4679800942695807240</id><published>2010-12-20T18:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T01:54:30.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>"I'm Facing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new challenge in life, even though now I can only use a wheelchair to go somewhere, but I believe it is only temporary, because I am confident I can stand up and walk like normal again someday. Appreciate the importance of Life and Fight for the future . Thinking positive and leading to a better life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Giin Rong-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Giin Rong is my friend who got into the bus accident a few months back. His condition was so bad doctors said he might not be able to walk anymore. But after the operation, though chances are small, doctors said he might be able to walk on his own two feet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess it's always been easier to give up than to go the extra distance in anything. But I believe, the extra distance is what proves the difference between an ordinary life, and a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go an extra round&lt;/span&gt; even though the body tells you otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remain silent&lt;/span&gt; even though you have the right to make people feel miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dare to hope&lt;/span&gt; that you'll be walking again without the aid of a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that God is in control even though things may seem a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giin Rong chose to go the extra distance. And I find myself asking if I would do the same in the current web I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Lord. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TROMVsuVJaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lSqQ5bZ0YV8/s1600/believe_small1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TROMVsuVJaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lSqQ5bZ0YV8/s400/believe_small1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553937069888578978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6465396108240711363-4679800942695807240?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4679800942695807240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4679800942695807240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4679800942695807240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4679800942695807240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-facing.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Facing...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TROMVsuVJaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/lSqQ5bZ0YV8/s72-c/believe_small1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7240815116129903415</id><published>2010-12-04T13:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:04:04.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla-nders'/><title type='text'>I Am An...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opportunist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is an opportunist you might ask. Well, in layman's terms, an opportunist is a person, who, when accidentally falls into the river, says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What the heck? Oh well, I'll take a bath anyway!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And no, I'm not that person who fell into the river! But yeah, I think I am something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: I was supposed to wipe the windows using old newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TPnYQL25ZSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/68eg3dxBkko/s1600/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TPnYQL25ZSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/68eg3dxBkko/s400/DSC00494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546702188656026914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doing my work so enthusiastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, being the opportunist that I am, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TPnYoqgF9uI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tktYIKEHuZU/s1600/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TPnYoqgF9uI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tktYIKEHuZU/s400/DSC00496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546702609198741218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Read the papers too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6465396108240711363-7240815116129903415?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7240815116129903415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7240815116129903415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7240815116129903415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7240815116129903415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am.html' title='I Am An...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TPnYQL25ZSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/68eg3dxBkko/s72-c/DSC00494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4337523736527349408</id><published>2010-11-29T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:22:29.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>A Cover For...</title><content type='html'>Tong Hua just came out. It's the famous Chinese song by a Malaysian, Guang Liang. YES! It's a Malaysian! He's doing quite well in Taiwan for his songs as well as in acting. But Tong Hua, which means Fairytale, is the song that propelled him to Infinity and Beyond (Not so la, since he's only famous in Taiwan, but in keeping up with the Buzz Lightyear mood, infinity and beyond!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're two dudes who did the cover for this song. They translated it to English, and re-sang it. Actually, I did my own translation of the song a few years back already so it was kinda interesting to know someone did it too. Their translation is a bit different from the original one while mine is just plain Malaysian-ish and ignoring grammars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Their version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how long&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since&lt;br /&gt;You told me your favourite story&lt;br /&gt;It's been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Am I the reason that you're crying now?!&lt;br /&gt;I see the tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;They tell me you don't believe&lt;br /&gt;That I can't be your Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can't understand&lt;br /&gt;But when you said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;My life was changed and I wish you could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to be The One&lt;br /&gt;And the angel that you love&lt;br /&gt;With open arms&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you and me will end up happily&lt;br /&gt;In our own fairytale story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget how long d&lt;br /&gt;That I heard about&lt;br /&gt;The story you like to tell me wan&lt;br /&gt;I thought very long d&lt;br /&gt;Starting to forget&lt;br /&gt;Is it me again who did something wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;You cry and say to me,&lt;br /&gt;"Fairytale is bluff people wan&lt;br /&gt;Impossible you are my prince"&lt;br /&gt;*I don't know how to translate this line haha*&lt;br /&gt;The stars in my sky are twinkling liao loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;The angel you like in the fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Spread out my arms&lt;br /&gt;Become bird wing protect you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that we will be like the fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Bahagia and awesome ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chorus was by Hwei's GLO mates actually. That's what made me want to do the entire translation in the first place. I guess you can't use my version to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;woo&lt;/span&gt; girls, because they'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;woo&lt;/span&gt;sh away. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just realized the only line we have in common is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must believe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must believe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the only line we have in common is '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You must believe&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can check out their version &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uuh_IfVtJ3M&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-4337523736527349408?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4337523736527349408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4337523736527349408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4337523736527349408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4337523736527349408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/11/cover-for.html' title='A Cover For...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4573248383763396392</id><published>2010-11-27T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T12:56:43.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>We Were In...</title><content type='html'>Dataran Pahlawan after a school meeting to teman my friend have his lunch. As we were walking back, 2 guys came up to us and shared the Gospel. What he shared was very familiar and I knew it by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do I need 2 strangers to share the gospel, which I knew, to my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like my CF teacher said, actions may be good, but sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt; are needed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; to bring a friend to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always thought that being a good testimony was good enough as I had not been bold enough to share the Word. It's not. Action and words go together. I guess that part of me has to change. Thank You, Lord, for making me realize this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-4573248383763396392?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4573248383763396392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4573248383763396392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4573248383763396392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4573248383763396392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-were-in.html' title='We Were In...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-3954221631698407730</id><published>2010-11-02T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:25:47.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>This Is Funny!</title><content type='html'>A conversation between two footballers on Twitter. One is Rafael Van der Vaart while the other is Wesley Sneijder. They're good buddies but tonight will be playing against one another. Their sarcasm is just so hebat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneijder: I'm cleaning the Champions League trophy with a Tottenham(Van der Vaart's team) shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van der Vaart: Thanks for cleaning it up for me. I'm already creating space in my cup cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneijder: We're gonna give you a football lesson in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van der Vaart: I met your defence in Milan, it didn't look good. It was like cheese with holes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneijder's team scored 4 goals against Tottenham in the first match (although Tottenham later scored 3 back in the same match) so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneijder: I found a good goalkeeper on eBay. Shall I send you the link?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van der Vaart: We don't need him, because you won't come into our penalty area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TNAREvy-xII/AAAAAAAAALc/1cEVNJemMD8/s1600/wesleysneijderrafavandervaart2010_275x155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TNAREvy-xII/AAAAAAAAALc/1cEVNJemMD8/s400/wesleysneijderrafavandervaart2010_275x155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534942715285783682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Van der Vaart: Hey, I wanna be part of the pic too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6465396108240711363-3954221631698407730?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/3954221631698407730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=3954221631698407730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3954221631698407730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3954221631698407730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-funny.html' title='This Is Funny!'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TNAREvy-xII/AAAAAAAAALc/1cEVNJemMD8/s72-c/wesleysneijderrafavandervaart2010_275x155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5450203705384572837</id><published>2010-10-08T20:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:48:15.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother's...</title><content type='html'>In Cameron Highlands with his group of classmates. Honestly, I miss him. I miss looking at the way he sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TK8Rir7jb7I/AAAAAAAAALE/HcB0rFMBdCo/s1600/Ken%27s+power+sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TK8Rir7jb7I/AAAAAAAAALE/HcB0rFMBdCo/s400/Ken%27s+power+sleeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525654555412623282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;also the way he meditates spontaneously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TK8R6zs5YDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Wb3OpvMFwBM/s1600/Ken+meditating.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TK8R6zs5YDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Wb3OpvMFwBM/s400/Ken+meditating.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525654969815490610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and lastly, his stomach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TK8SmFmGGxI/AAAAAAAAALU/O1FZzwmd7aM/s1600/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TK8SmFmGGxI/AAAAAAAAALU/O1FZzwmd7aM/s400/DSC00360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525655713353177874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tell me, how is it not possible to miss him? But I think he misses me a lot more though!&lt;br /&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/6465396108240711363-5450203705384572837?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5450203705384572837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5450203705384572837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5450203705384572837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5450203705384572837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-brothers.html' title='My Brother&apos;s...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TK8Rir7jb7I/AAAAAAAAALE/HcB0rFMBdCo/s72-c/Ken%27s+power+sleeping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-19133464177635243</id><published>2010-09-27T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:23:20.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla-nders'/><title type='text'>My Friend Said...</title><content type='html'>That when you wake up at 4 a.m to study, it's easier for you to remember stuff. I gave an unconvinced look. Could it be? Like how Uncle Dexter puts it, wouldn't that time be The Battle of The Eyelids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, taking my friend's idea seriously, I put my alarm to ring me up at 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At 4, it rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4.01, I turned it off and went back to bed.&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/6465396108240711363-19133464177635243?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/19133464177635243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=19133464177635243' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/19133464177635243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/19133464177635243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-friend-said.html' title='My Friend Said...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-6714677871682833052</id><published>2010-09-01T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:19:14.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday...</title><content type='html'>To Malaysia! You're now 53 and still single! Congratulations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-6714677871682833052?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/6714677871682833052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=6714677871682833052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6714677871682833052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6714677871682833052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4570298591113802881</id><published>2010-07-19T16:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:03:22.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Come, Let's...</title><content type='html'>Learn a new word today! The word is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Overkill!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now before you close this link because you don't want to learn this violent word, I assure you, it's not! Although '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overkill&lt;/span&gt;' is used more often in games, but actually there are other places where this word can be used too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overkill&lt;/span&gt;' basically means '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to do something excessively&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In gaming terms, it's like your enemy is already dead, but you keep using your ultimate power, giving the enemy no peace even in death, thus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overkill&lt;/span&gt;. That's when people say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overkill&lt;/span&gt; la wei!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overkill&lt;/span&gt;' can also be used in education. For example, when a teacher asks a student where in the History Book does it state that Malaya was under British Colony, the student replies, "Chapter 4, Form 3 and Form 4 textbook, page 40 and 60 respectively, paragraphs 3 and 6, lines 4 and 16." Mind you, that's when the teacher says, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overkill&lt;/span&gt; la wei!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you're still not convinced, 'overkill' moments happen in the Bible as well. 2 Kings 9:32-37(NIV) says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He looked up at the window and called out, "Who is on my side? Who?" Two or three eunuchs looked down at him. "Throw her down!" Jehu said. So they threw her down, and some of her blood spattered the wall and the horses as they trampled her underfoot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jehu went in and ate and drank. "Take care of that cursed woman," he said, "and bury her, for she was a king's daughter." But when they went out to bury her, they found nothing except her skull, her feet and her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They went back and told Jehu, who said, "This is the word of the LORD that he spoke through his servant Elijah the Tishbite: On the plot of ground at Jezreel dogs will devour Jezebel's flesh. Jezebel's body will be like refuse on the ground in the plot at Jezreel, so that no one will be able to say, 'This is Jezebel.' "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get my point? Now we know that '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overkill&lt;/span&gt;' is a universal term and does not necessarily mean violence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, got one more example to help you understand this word better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TEQSL1EX8EI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rd73EPcQ1zo/s1600/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TEQSL1EX8EI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rd73EPcQ1zo/s400/DSC00349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495537439732133954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The dude who pumped petrol for my car  'overkill-ed' la wei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-4570298591113802881?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4570298591113802881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4570298591113802881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4570298591113802881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4570298591113802881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/07/come-let.html' title='Come, Let&apos;s...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TEQSL1EX8EI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rd73EPcQ1zo/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2090612533511477107</id><published>2010-07-18T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:52:42.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>I Learnt...</title><content type='html'>Some good phrases today. One of which was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"People &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't care&lt;/span&gt; how much you know(Bout God's love) until they &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; how much you care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And also Unc. Rodney saying that trials and testing times are like tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When you're in a tunnel, there doesn't seem to be a sunlight, but you do know the sun is there shining. Only after you reach the end of the tunnel do you see the sunlight and say, "Sunlight!""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The 'sunlight' part I ownself add wan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Likewise, when we're going through trials, God &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't seem&lt;/span&gt; to be there to help us, but actually He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;. Only at the end of our problems do we realise God &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was there&lt;/span&gt; all this while, helping us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome lots? Heck, I can even come up with good phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Faith is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; without &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sight&lt;/span&gt;. Even without the mirror, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; I'm awesome-looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How I wish for the weekend to come faster. Now I have to focus 100% in school and that ain't so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-2090612533511477107?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2090612533511477107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2090612533511477107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2090612533511477107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2090612533511477107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-learnt.html' title='I Learnt...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-6564774500381890001</id><published>2010-07-12T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:25:00.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I'm Now...</title><content type='html'>An official MHS student! Finally I got to transfer to MHS, and finally I managed to change to the Arts stream. It's taken me a long time, but still so thankful for the transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little sad though to know that class ends at 3.00p.m everyday except Friday. My friend told me we were going back early for today because the teachers had a meeting. I was thinking probably 1.20p.m or something, and she told me it was 2.20p.m. I went like, "EH? GBS always finish at 2.00p.m woh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recess is at 12.00p.m instead of 11.00a.m! My stomach was rumbling so much I thought WWE wrestlers were having &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Rumble"&gt;Royal Rumble&lt;/a&gt; inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, I seem to be complaining a lot. That ain't good! Anyway, I like the classes. Although Business started out a little blur for me, but in the end it was interesting. Economics was fun too. The graph thing and the logic. Oh the logic! Something Science seem to lack sometimes. Hopefully I'll continue to understand to continue to enjoy the classes, haha. All in all, just thankful. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would like to thank those who prayed&lt;br /&gt;for me and offered an ear to listen. Thanks!&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/6465396108240711363-6564774500381890001?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/6564774500381890001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=6564774500381890001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6564774500381890001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6564774500381890001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-now.html' title='I&apos;m Now...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7169481719965299046</id><published>2010-07-03T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:36:50.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>It's Me Again!</title><content type='html'>I shall blog to maintain the policy of every month at least a post. That way I can at least get 12 posts per year. So if I continue this policy, I'll have 120 posts in 10 years! That is superly superbly superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the transferring to arts stream is a little bothering. Currently, I'm in the Science stream and I want to go to the Arts stream. I sent in the application and of course, it got rejected (or I wouldn't be writing this). My mom and I went to appeal to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the Bridge&lt;/span&gt; and the lady said the decision was final. My mom asked if there was any other way so that I could get to Arts, she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"See first your monthly results. If not very good only the group of panel will reconsider changing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If put in a more direct and blunt way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, you fail first your science papers only we see whether you're suitable for Arts okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Absolutely no offence to Arts students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Didn't know what the phrase "Failure opens many future paths" meant until that day. According to the lady, the group of panel are super experienced in Form 6 and know each student. Biggie problem is they haven't even done an interview on those wanting to transfer! For the benefit of the doubt, probably they are some Yoda-like group who have the 'Force' with them and can foretell futures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TC8R-jBGl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uOt557My11w/s1600/yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TC8R-jBGl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uOt557My11w/s400/yoda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489626237037352914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fail Science you shall first, then succeed in Arts you shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6465396108240711363-7169481719965299046?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7169481719965299046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7169481719965299046' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7169481719965299046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7169481719965299046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-me-again.html' title='It&apos;s Me Again!'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/TC8R-jBGl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uOt557My11w/s72-c/yoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-3728383945495388742</id><published>2010-06-08T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:34:22.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Hi...</title><content type='html'>Again! It's been a while since I last blogged. The thing is I was kinda busy with stuff. Maths workload in Form 6 feels as heavy as when I carry Ken to the bed, or maybe more. My classmates are fun people though! No cliques, so it was easy to mix and chat with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dance in the opening ceremony for the Malaysia Games, or SUKMA! I decided to join because of the chance to appear on TV. Haha, awesomeness! But practice schedule is kinda tiring. The ceremony will be on this Saturday so everyday it's like practice from 6 to 11. But most of the time we only sit and wait, or stop and stare, thinking we're moving to dance but we go nowhere, then when it's finally our turn to dance, it'll only be a maximum of two times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I ask myself why I chose to join this, knowing the busy schedule and all, but like my sister said, "Cost of fame, Shaun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, for fame it is then. I'm standing on the fourth from the front so I'd probably get lots of camera time. Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only disappointing thing is that I'd have to put on some make-up. If you tune in on Saturday and see someone throwing up due to the make-up, then it'll most likely be me. Looking at the positives, more camera time. Wheee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-3728383945495388742?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/3728383945495388742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=3728383945495388742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3728383945495388742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3728383945495388742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi.html' title='Hi...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-6879610602755227517</id><published>2010-05-11T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:53:17.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Drove...</title><content type='html'>To school for the past 2 days with my dad sitting next to me and my brother praying very hard. And glad to say, I didn't mati engine today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I drove an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;auto&lt;/span&gt; car. Hahaha.&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/6465396108240711363-6879610602755227517?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/6879610602755227517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=6879610602755227517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6879610602755227517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6879610602755227517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-drove.html' title='I Drove...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-6396392367004295870</id><published>2010-05-07T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:35:36.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>What IF...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S-O0eaZYctI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XE_soOVhPNo/s1600/part+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S-O0eaZYctI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XE_soOVhPNo/s400/part+1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468412807132771026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S-OzQ1KHa8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/wHa5zZvrA5o/s1600/part+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S-OzQ1KHa8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/wHa5zZvrA5o/s400/part+3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468411474286701506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S-OxrU1iaKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bIjMhqrZdcw/s1600/part+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S-OxrU1iaKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bIjMhqrZdcw/s400/part+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468409730443667618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does he die for not shutting his butt?&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/6465396108240711363-6396392367004295870?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/6396392367004295870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=6396392367004295870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6396392367004295870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6396392367004295870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-if_07.html' title='What IF...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S-O0eaZYctI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XE_soOVhPNo/s72-c/part+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-1638044077394941060</id><published>2010-05-04T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:58:32.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><content type='html'>If you can't buy 'P' stickers in a driving school because it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allegedly&lt;/span&gt; said to be out of stock, is it possible to get the stickers  anywhere else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it like going to the hospital and being told that all medicine are out of stock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or worse, going to McDonald's just to find out that all burgers are out of stock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or worst, going to Zoo Malacca but realising there are no animals except confused people who thought that animals were supposed to be in the zoo (or it wouldn't be called a zoo but a gathering).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or worst-er, going to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Trafford"&gt;Manchester United stadium&lt;/a&gt; just to realise all merchandise are... out of stock?!?! Oh the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HORROR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point here is that if you can't get something expected to be at a certain place, then isn't there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-1638044077394941060?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/1638044077394941060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=1638044077394941060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1638044077394941060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1638044077394941060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5231461943718678741</id><published>2010-04-27T12:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:28:49.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla-nders'/><title type='text'>My Family And I...</title><content type='html'>Went to Tiara (not the one in PJ by the way) for a session of saun-ah and dinner. As we were walking back to the car, I saw my mom carrying a bag of our dirty clothes and thought I'd help, but it's always been my habit to ask my brother to do it first, if not I'd do it myself (though most of the time he does it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me: Ken, you see mommy carrying the bag! Looks so heavy! Go help her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ken: You go and help yourself la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me: You really don't want to help ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ken: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me: Fine loh, I help mommy then I'll get more reward in heaven than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ken: What you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me: I'll just probably make a million more than you in heaven because of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ken: .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okla! I take la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-5231461943718678741?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5231461943718678741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5231461943718678741' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5231461943718678741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5231461943718678741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-family-and-i.html' title='My Family And I...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5934733710209766439</id><published>2010-04-26T13:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:26:44.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Pass!</title><content type='html'>I passed the driving test! And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; bribing! It can be done! Although I got a feeling God really did help me here. Haha the invigilator on the road was nice to me. There was once she honked another person taking the test to hurry up because his engine died and the traffic light was turning to red already. But then that honk must have affected me as well as I didn't change gear after that and got points deducted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I got 16/20 which was just a barely-make-it kind of pass. But still happy. Oh, and ya, my engine died as well when I was near the gong, but she was merciful and passed me too. I wouldn't have been able to do it if God hadn't given her a good mood today. So thank You, Lord, and thank you guys for your prayers and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwei mentioned that I was lousy because neither did I break her record of sitting for the test 3 times nor Shuen's twice. She even asked me to put on sackcloth and ashes. I almost felt guilty and terrible, but thankfully I'm smart to not be tricked. Mark my words; she's capable of brainwashing you! Lawyers are probably the only group people who can convince you that a cat barks and make you feel dumb for thinking it meows. Beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S9UugqT-BrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dRhB8kdbF5o/s1600/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S9UugqT-BrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dRhB8kdbF5o/s400/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464324861532702386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hwei: Shaun, you fool! Cats bark while dogs meow away!&lt;br /&gt;Shuen: Oh camera! Pose Pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just a reminder, it can be done. Don't worry too much about passing that you do what's wrong. The ends don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;justify&lt;/span&gt; the means.&lt;br /&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/6465396108240711363-5934733710209766439?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5934733710209766439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5934733710209766439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5934733710209766439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5934733710209766439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/04/pass.html' title='Pass!'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S9UugqT-BrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dRhB8kdbF5o/s72-c/DSC00130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8203106206838690106</id><published>2010-04-23T21:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:23:40.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>Worth</title><content type='html'>It's always good to know someone didn't bribe the invigilator during the driving test to pass. Moreover if that someone is a non-Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's during times like this that our moral standards are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tested&lt;/span&gt;. If we only apply them when times are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; then we're not very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from the rest of the world are we?" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ya I know, very un-lawly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As a Christian, there really isn't much option to choose except to just go for the test cleanly and knowing a fail is a possibility. But seeing non-Christians taking the same stand makes it all the more worth it to do so, even if it's only one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S9K0XKbaVYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ipd45RbemH8/s1600/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S9K0XKbaVYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ipd45RbemH8/s400/DSC00176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463627607983150466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I choose to stand out! Vote for ACCA right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's just my stand. Don't get me wrong as condemning anybody and then bombard me left, right, centre, diagonal, and vertical alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and ya. A shout-out to my sisters and others who did not bribe the invigilator to pass. It has encouraged me to do the same too. Thanks a lot for choosing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stand out&lt;/span&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/6465396108240711363-8203106206838690106?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8203106206838690106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8203106206838690106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8203106206838690106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8203106206838690106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/04/worth.html' title='Worth'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S9K0XKbaVYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ipd45RbemH8/s72-c/DSC00176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7383633184779641364</id><published>2010-04-19T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:11:33.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla-nders'/><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>How do you determine when is the time to give up and stop believing or to continue to hope? It's like either being realistic or just not having sufficient faith in something. Here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United loss 2-1 to Chelsea. They were behind Chelsea by 4 points with 4 games to go. Do we become realistic and say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Well, the season &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is over&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or do we continue to hope, saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The season's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not over&lt;/span&gt; yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it considered lack of faith to say the season is over at this point or being unrealistic to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; say the season is over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football certainly brings out the philosopher side of people, or at least me. It's more than just 22 men chasing after a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;. We haven't added the referee.&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/6465396108240711363-7383633184779641364?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7383633184779641364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7383633184779641364' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7383633184779641364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7383633184779641364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/04/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4776661179635813295</id><published>2010-04-06T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:49:35.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>There's Something...</title><content type='html'>Funny going on in my driving lessons. My instructor often cancels classes. Like 5 times already? To a certain extent I understand what &lt;a href="http://musiquemer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hwei&lt;/a&gt; was going through when she blogged about going to class at 8 and finding out there isn't any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up at 8 to prepare myself and at 8.55 I'm ready to go. Class starts at 9. At 9.15 I'm sitting on the sofa watching shows. I message my instructor asking if he's coming and he just messages back saying he's busy and sorry. Well, at least he's sorry! I don't mind it as much as Hwei because I'm kinda free right now and after watching a show for 15 minutes, I'd like to see it to the end haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, it's weird how the instructor normally cancels class instead of the student. The world is changing, people. Mark my words; it's changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably next time I'll be teaching him how to drive. Possible possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-4776661179635813295?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4776661179635813295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4776661179635813295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4776661179635813295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4776661179635813295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-something.html' title='There&apos;s Something...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4354922836270621568</id><published>2010-04-05T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:41:47.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Was Wondering...</title><content type='html'>Why do people normally write 'sincerely' at the end of the letter before the signature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A whole bunch of words in the letter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously (it's me!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not joking (it's really me!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-4354922836270621568?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4354922836270621568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4354922836270621568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4354922836270621568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4354922836270621568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-wondering.html' title='I Was Wondering...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2508730709045285412</id><published>2010-03-25T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:30:21.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>After Reading...</title><content type='html'>Hwei's blog and all the 'publicity' she's getting, I scrolled through my blog and found the post I wrote about Paul Scholes. And I thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"CRAP! Is Paul Scholes going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sue&lt;/span&gt; me for defamation or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-2508730709045285412?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2508730709045285412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2508730709045285412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2508730709045285412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2508730709045285412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-reading.html' title='After Reading...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7063776541664504499</id><published>2010-03-15T11:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:46:06.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>SPM Results...</title><content type='html'>Came out last Thursday. I didn't have much time to blog about it because of the DMSJ quiz so that's why this post comes out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't get straight A's but I'm happy with what I have. Of course getting a full A's is great, but 9 out of 11 works quite fine for me too. Maybe I'm just a guy who's easily pleased. Yep, you give me a PSP also I'll be happy already. Or an MU shirt. Or a ticket to MU stadium. Easy to buy stuff for me right? I give options liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was good to see friends who got full A's go up the stage and receive the certificate. Seeing them so happy makes me happy too. Somehow you just can't cry over not being on the stage while you're busy cheering your friends up the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some who cried although their results were quite good. Not sure whether tears of joy or agony though. I didn't! I think I could accept my results better than anyone else because of God. Was praying that He gave me a heart to accept whatever it should be, and yeah, He did. All in all, it was good meeting up with friends again and my results have been a blessing by God so I'm not complaining. Not that it's the first anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God wanted to assure me that the results were by His hand so He gave me an A- for Biology. Yeah... BIOLOGY! I created history in the Lim family that day by getting an A for Bio! It was a miracle equivalent to Moses parting the Red Sea and water changed into wine! In conclusion, you don't have to come and comfort me about not getting straights alright? I really don't mind it... because my BIO GOT A! I'm now a living proof that miracles happen. So there you go, miracle-skeptics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-7063776541664504499?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7063776541664504499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7063776541664504499' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7063776541664504499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7063776541664504499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/03/spm-results.html' title='SPM Results...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8289895379011591562</id><published>2010-03-08T13:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T13:38:30.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Do You Know...</title><content type='html'>Paul Scholes? The guy Hwei mentioned in her &lt;a href="http://musiquemer.blogspot.com/search?q=paul+scholes"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;? Well, he is really bad at tackling even though he can score a lot of goals. The world seems to agree on that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S5SI5lvPilI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gKwTnIPXPAM/s1600-h/paul-scholes_1003411c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S5SI5lvPilI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gKwTnIPXPAM/s400/paul-scholes_1003411c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446128372361955922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One more chance, ref? Please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some of the articles written by professionals about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com/columns/story?id=714481&amp;amp;sec=reviewofthedecade&amp;amp;root=reviewofthedecade&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Team of the Decade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...One of the best passers in the game, his eye for the crucial ball put him at the centre of United's attacking play and his goalscoring ability (either from one of his trademark volleys, or a well-timed run into the box) made him a legend at Old Trafford. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His awareness on the ball, vision and technique make up for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chronic&lt;/span&gt; lack of tackling ability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This taken from &lt;a href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com/columns/story?id=752288&amp;amp;sec=england&amp;amp;root=england&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Team of the Week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Using all the 35-years of experience in that flame-red noggin of his, Scholes sidestepped Jody Craddock before firing an unstoppable shot into the bottom corner. His all-round game - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apart from his tackling, of course&lt;/span&gt; - was exemplary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, from his &lt;a href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com/players/profile?id=8860&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Though&lt;/span&gt; he still can't tackle - he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; could&lt;/span&gt; - he is still a vital cog at United and will be sorely missed when he eventually decides to hang up his boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, they always talk about his achievements and superb skills before mentioning his tackling ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S5SKf1Sfa0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/gAjYmkJJYZQ/s1600-h/cormac_scholes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S5SKf1Sfa0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/gAjYmkJJYZQ/s400/cormac_scholes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446130128882985794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heck, if I can't tackle, I'll punch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6465396108240711363-8289895379011591562?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8289895379011591562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8289895379011591562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8289895379011591562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8289895379011591562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-know.html' title='Do You Know...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/S5SI5lvPilI/AAAAAAAAAIM/gKwTnIPXPAM/s72-c/paul-scholes_1003411c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-366759401625334419</id><published>2010-03-01T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:07:42.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>mav3 says:</title><content type='html'>i love man utd &amp;amp; man city&lt;br /&gt; man city for the weekend only&lt;br /&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I get shy when people say good things about me. I'm shy all the time. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt; me too&lt;br /&gt; for once there is unity between the 2 manchesters&lt;br /&gt; now it's back to hating man city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mav3 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chap Goh Mei does wonders. It makes Manchester United fans like Manchester City for one night only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-366759401625334419?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/366759401625334419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=366759401625334419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/366759401625334419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/366759401625334419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/03/mav3-says.html' title='mav3 says:'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8942971419193126256</id><published>2010-02-28T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:52:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heard...</title><content type='html'>About the freakish injury suffered by Aaron Ramsey, a football player, playing for Arsenal. The dude who tackled, Ryan Shawcross, was obviously feeling bad about it. The video's here if you want to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uguXXaIF_Dk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uguXXaIF_Dk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;It's quite horrific. Hopefully Aaron will get well both for his sake and Ryan's. Ryan is only 23 years old while Aaron is 20. Both of them have so much years of football ahead. It'd be really bad for Ryan if he has to always live with the guilt of ending a young player's career and Aaron if he can't play the sport he loves anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like these, people see footballers no more as footballers of a rival club, but rather as humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May both of them be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-8942971419193126256?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8942971419193126256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8942971419193126256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8942971419193126256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8942971419193126256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-heard.html' title='I Heard...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8102587754162902148</id><published>2010-02-24T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:54:46.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Passed...</title><content type='html'>My Undang! Ya, I'm a bit lagging behind, I know. Was busy enjoying the little things. Anyway, driving instructor was supposed to pick me up at 8.30 but came at 8.45 or so. I think by now I can tell his clock at home, watch, and the clock in his car are 15 minutes slower. The last time also he came around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped me off at the Undang place and I took the number. It read 43. I was like "So early in the morning still so many people take the test ar? No school meh? No work meh?" I waited outside at first with 3 others who were studying. I would have loved to study but I didn't bring my book because I thought I would probably be the only one to go for the test today. I got nervous when I saw them studying so hard while I was looking at the wall, and then my shoes, and then the wall again, and then my shoes. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went in, there were about 10 more reading inside. The longer I waited, the more nervous I felt. So I looked out the window to see the students doing 3-point-turn and stuff at the driving school. I saw a few naik bukit and then slide down again. They gagal-led. That made me more nervous. I waited until 10.10 before I could go in. By then I was so-very-the scared already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady told me to use Computer 10. I went in and took some time before I could find that darn computer. Anyway, I read the instructions and did the eye test thing. I passed. I did one more test where you just follow exactly what they put on the screen and I got one wrong. I was like 'OOPS! Oh noes! Hancur! Mati! Die la! How to take the real test like that?!?!' and had to retake that part. That wasn't very helpful in building up my confidence man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I managed to get all correct this time and went on to do the 50 questions. Prayed to God first before doing. It was relatively simple until I reached question 40. There was a dude on my left who left when I was doing 40. I saw the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GAGAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WAHLIU! I became nervous again.  I so did not want to see the word that it made me hardworking and I checked again. But then my hardworking-ness was shortlived la. I stopped at question 30+. Oh ya, while checking, there was this next dude who sat beside me, and he was quite blur. Even blurrer than my sis. Amazing! He asked me what to press and stuff although instructions were clearly given. It's like we're in a school exam, papers are distributed, and he asks me what to do with the paper. Thinking back, I really do hope he managed to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me, myself and I, I passed! Goshies, so glad and thankful for it. In fact, I was so glad and thankful, I would have belanja-ed anybody I knew if I saw them. Too bad though, none of you whom I knew were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-8102587754162902148?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8102587754162902148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8102587754162902148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8102587754162902148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8102587754162902148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-passed.html' title='I Passed...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2526388327808361205</id><published>2010-02-13T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:41:30.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>But somehow it feels like a lot has happened. Youth time change, scandals here and there, new buildings popping out. Time seems to fly really fast when I'm not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always slow down on good things and hasten time when it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to slow down in Malacca when I'm around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to hasten in Malacca when I was away in GLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-2526388327808361205?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2526388327808361205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2526388327808361205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2526388327808361205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2526388327808361205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4266983665704058883</id><published>2010-02-12T12:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:20:59.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>A Post To Raymond</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm back from GLO, but Raymond was always in my mind during my entire time there. I prayed for him, and asked the other students to pray too. I had faith that Raymond would be healed, however serious his condition was, if God would just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a point one day to fast for him. I was inside the room while the students were having dinner. I prayed very hard to God, asking Him to heal Raymond because he was young and had a lot to offer for Him here, not forgetting that he was just engaged. I seemed to forget what the lecturer for the first week said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"When we pray, we're not telling God our will, but placing ourselves in His."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't understand what that phrase meant until that day when it all became clear. If God intended to bring Raymond home, then so be it. May His will be done. But at that point, I was just praying that Raymond be healed. It was my will the whole time when I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as  I finished praying, I suddenly remembered Job. There were two verses that came into my mind and they were,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Job 1:21&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return there: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Job 2:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;... What? shall we receive good at the hand of God, and shall we not receive evil?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was God's answer to my prayer; that at every situation, whether Raymond lives or dies, the Lord's name be blessed and I should accept the outcome. It's funny how I always thought that God seemed to be out of control when someone nears death, as if calling Raymond home was never part of what God wanted. Now, a week after his death, I know what God's will is; to bring Raymond to a better place, Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm sad at the loss of a friend, but nevertheless, I trust that he is somewhere much better than when he left off, and if that is so, may God's will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray, thanks for the fun times we had together. I'll be looking forward to seeing you in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us here, may these verses encourage you the way they have encouraged me during my time in GLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:16-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rejoice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;evermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pray without ceasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;every thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-4266983665704058883?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4266983665704058883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4266983665704058883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4266983665704058883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4266983665704058883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-to-raymond.html' title='A Post To Raymond'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5685399319183860772</id><published>2010-01-02T10:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:27:30.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>I'll Be Going...</title><content type='html'>Away, to a far away place, so far even driving there sounds crazy, insane, siao! The horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the North Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Taiping, Perak. Attending Glo School for the whole month of January. It's like a Bible school where you, err, learn more about the Bible and God? It'll be my first month in my 17-year life spent without my family nearby. Oh gosh, it feels like I'm in Survivor or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-yee-yeh-yeh-oh-yee-yeh-yoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mourning, it's the Survivor theme song. By the way, the school doesn't have those tribal-free-you-from-agony voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, initially I wanted to join Glo because my two sisters had already joined the school before. They spoke about how the lessons were good, enjoyable (I think) and fun the people they met there were. So I, in my rotting year, decided to join it also. I really do want to learn more about God and also to find another 17-plus-year-old guy who is going through the same things I'm facing, a guy whom I can relate to spiritually and a guy who is firm and makes me realise the wrong things I'm doing and prompt me to change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I can't relate to my dad or any young adults in Youth or anything. It's just that they have probably been through what I am starting and it can be a wee-bit lonely sometimes. Gosh, I talk like I'm just entering puberty and got menstrual issues. To make it simple, take a look at Shuen, Sin Yee, Melissa and also Hwei, Sin Lan, Chen Li, Juliana. I too hope I can have that friend as well. Shaun and someone else. Hopefully the dude's name also Shaun, great name and what a pair we would be. SS! or maybe S-squared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, going to Glo tomorrow. It's a rather sad thing that I'll see Marcus, Jeremy, and Livia for the last time tomorrow if the bus leaves for Taiping after church service. Jeremy and Livia will be going back to New Zealand on 1st February while Marcus will be on 3rd. I'll be away from Malacca for a month. It was fun to have them here again. Marcus being crazier, Jeremy has left his trademark 'Bapak lu!' and gone for a new accent where 'yes' sounds like 'yeast' and 'what' like 'whot' while Livia is talking more often than when she left which is really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. Keeping my fingers crossed at what is ahead. Hopefully I'll be able to find my way there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-5685399319183860772?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5685399319183860772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5685399319183860772' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5685399319183860772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5685399319183860772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-be-going.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Going...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-1933743749308571279</id><published>2009-12-19T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:51:35.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Watched...</title><content type='html'>Avatar today. It was quite a fun and nice movie to watch although the blue skin got a bit geli-fying after a while. Not to mention guys wearing G-strings... oh noes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SyzX6SrAcUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6EL3mqsuhLA/s1600-h/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SyzX6SrAcUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6EL3mqsuhLA/s400/avatar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416941848264470850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yep. Faces like that the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting place with unique concepts.  They have USB-port-like hairs to interact with animals and the humans for once look advanced with those machines (In Terminator, the humans were lagging behind). Everyone was so blue, it was definitely a place where &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beast_%28comics%29"&gt;Beast&lt;/a&gt; in X-Men wouldn't feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphics and the story were good and it was a relief to see Michelle Rodriquez back again after some time. The first movie I saw her acting in was Resident Evil and since then she's slowly faded until now. The action part of the movie was also satisfying and for once the bad boss got an overkill. He was shot in the heart twice. Normally the bad boss does lots and lots of bad things before getting a mild kill at the end which would make you go, "WHAT?!?! Kill like that only?!?!". Not this one though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the only down part of the film was the colour of the tribe and their clothing. I thought they would wear more decent clothing than just some G-string. You got USB-port hairs so you can probably come up with better clothing!! And the scene where the hero and heroine were kissing just felt..... wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SyzmdOnECgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/t8iLdtLokO8/s1600-h/BlueHyppo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SyzmdOnECgI/AAAAAAAAAIE/t8iLdtLokO8/s400/BlueHyppo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416957841632397826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Something like that. The main characters were in thinner versions. Imagine another hippo making out with this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then again, it's just my opinion. They had to differentiate the humans and the aliens, so what better way to do other than change the skin colour and add some dots on the face? Good movie overall though. Go watch it when you have the chance okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6465396108240711363-1933743749308571279?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/1933743749308571279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=1933743749308571279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1933743749308571279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1933743749308571279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-watched.html' title='I Watched...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SyzX6SrAcUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6EL3mqsuhLA/s72-c/avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8919271218235169248</id><published>2009-12-18T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:01:12.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Oh Ya...</title><content type='html'>By the way, I wanna thank those who prayed for me during my SPM. Even those who sent in an SMS or two to wish me all the best, thanks a bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be another one of those acknowledgement thingy, so I would to thank my family for their continual nagging when I was procrastinating so that I would study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting some of the teachers whom I felt really really helped me. And also to the creators of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles"&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;/a&gt;. The names of all those turtles helped me gain some 2 marks in the Sejarah paper. The question was on the people who contributed in the Renaissance period and the turtles were named after these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save the best for last, God! He gave me a good mind to remember stuff and to do those dreadful Biology questions. 'A' or not, I still don't know. Anyway, it's over now and thanks again to those who even thought of me during the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's not hard to think of someone awesome like me right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-8919271218235169248?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8919271218235169248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8919271218235169248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8919271218235169248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8919271218235169248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-ya.html' title='Oh Ya...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7304981469833998783</id><published>2009-12-18T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:19:30.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>From my youth camp! I enjoyed myself there. Definitely better than last year's (wahahaha). It was fun meeting the Wongs, Benjamin, Wei Ming, and Kiat Siong again. Really got to know them better this time. They're all a crazy bunch of people with weird habits, especially Richard, in a good and funny way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly liked Session 3 which talked about the 7 sayings on the cross by Jesus. It's always good to remind myself of what God did for me. Being a Christian, there's a tendency to forget or downplay the impact of the cross so it was a timely reminder to myself; Jesus dying on the cross for me, and that's how important I am to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all-in-all, it was an awesome 4-day camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome camp T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look awesome in the camp T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I've always been awesome haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And again the dots appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-7304981469833998783?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7304981469833998783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7304981469833998783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7304981469833998783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7304981469833998783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8845551383236493896</id><published>2009-12-11T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:46:30.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>The Blog...</title><content type='html'>LIVES! Not literally, because it's like kinda 'dead'. Anyway, for those who did not know, I had SPM during the past 4 weeks so blogging was a bit tough. Oh well, at least Sijil Paling Mudah is over and my paper is probably sent somewhere far far away and beyond. My rotting season officially starts now where I do absolutely nothing. Hmm, blogging is something. So I guess I'll be doing some things. It'd be fun to wake up when Ken is going to school and sent him off though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-8845551383236493896?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8845551383236493896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8845551383236493896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8845551383236493896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8845551383236493896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog.html' title='The Blog...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8447679000609946005</id><published>2009-11-01T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:14:41.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>I Watched...</title><content type='html'>This movie called "Facing The Giants" during youth yesterday. It was a very good movie, though a little unsuitable for non-Christians. It talks about how problems that arise in our lives are labelled simply as 'Giants' that we find so hard to defeat unless we depend on God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/Su2CKccNs_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/peL_dU9h_uM/s1600-h/FTG_desktop3_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/Su2CKccNs_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/peL_dU9h_uM/s400/FTG_desktop3_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399114644231926770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two parts that really moved me in the movie. The first was the part where the coach blindfolded the lineman (those big tank-like humans) and asked him to do the death crawl for 50 yards. In the end, the lineman went the whole field, which is about 100 yards, which is 91.44 metres to be exact. It really touched me because it was a bit like the situation in the church, with the small number of youths. If only I would be 'blindfolded' when doing things, not looking at 'Giants' but God instead. That way, I'd probably do so much more than what I'm doing right now in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part was the wife of the coach talking about how much she wanted kids; How much she wanted to read books to them, protect them when there's lightning and all. Nahh, I'm not interested in having children yet, but it was the following line that caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"How can I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; someone so much whom I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not met&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although the 'someone' was pretty much referring to the kids, I couldn't help but feel as I pondered about that line that the screen-writer had God in his mind when he wrote that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with that. Saying I miss God so much even though I have not met. To say that requires a close relationship with God. That's something that triggered me. Where is my relationship with God? Has it grown stronger? Or has it become bitter? I'll keep the answer between myself and God. If wanna know, then wait till we go to Heaven ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off with a bang now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6465396108240711363-8447679000609946005?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8447679000609946005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8447679000609946005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8447679000609946005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8447679000609946005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-watched.html' title='I Watched...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/Su2CKccNs_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/peL_dU9h_uM/s72-c/FTG_desktop3_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8368946278550313390</id><published>2009-09-28T19:59:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:47:22.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>My Brother And...</title><content type='html'>I got chased out of the house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stray dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That likes to sleep at the entrance of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ken and I went out for dinner, we saw the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  dog lying down so very happily. Ken even asked the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dog to protect the house. I was recounting the possible situation I would be in if I was bitten by the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dog. Mad dog disease maybe? It did looked mad, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store wasn't open, so we went home. I raced Ken to the house and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dog suddenly activated and barked at us. Then it came out of the house and we had to move back. It really looked like attacking us already. I almost wanted to tell the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dog that it was chasing us out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;our &lt;/span&gt;house but I didn't think it understood English very well. Kinda regret thinking what I thought before that, it was like getting what I wanted, though it wasn't really what I would have hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dog was scared of me, so it went for Ken.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All I could do was shout at it while Ken did some force thing to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dog. It was like some "Star Wars" kind of thing. Ken reached his hand out and almost touched the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dog's head, Then suddenly, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dog became mild and left us alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SsCpCD48P9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Wl9-CWjJkVE/s1600-h/galleryimage_20388_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SsCpCD48P9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Wl9-CWjJkVE/s400/galleryimage_20388_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386491007204081618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ken did something like this. Just without the lightsaber and the table was a dog. I was just standing there like the dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I never thought I would get chased out of the house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I make the day seem so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-8368946278550313390?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8368946278550313390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8368946278550313390' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8368946278550313390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8368946278550313390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-brother-and.html' title='My Brother And...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SsCpCD48P9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/Wl9-CWjJkVE/s72-c/galleryimage_20388_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7456458986423663844</id><published>2009-09-25T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:11:39.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>A Super Nursery Rhyme...</title><content type='html'>Titled "Solomon Grundy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Solomon Grundy,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Born on a Monday,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Christened on Tuesday,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Married on Wednesday,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Took ill on Thursday,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Grew worse on Friday,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Died on Saturday,&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Buried on Sunday.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;This is the end&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Of Solomon Grundy.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;Heh, the last word at every sentence even rhymes. Don't be jealous ya Sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-7456458986423663844?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7456458986423663844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7456458986423663844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7456458986423663844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7456458986423663844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/09/super-nursery-rhyme.html' title='A Super Nursery Rhyme...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-6378171617816141668</id><published>2009-09-12T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:03:07.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Disney Has...</title><content type='html'>Bought over Marvel. Yep, what a shock. Disney, the Mickey Mouse franchise has bought over the Spider-Man, Wolverine, Iron Man and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the public thinks on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting is bluffing in a professional way. says:&lt;br /&gt; SPIDERMAN WILL BE SWINGING WEBS WITH MICKEY MOUSE&lt;br /&gt; NOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mav3 says:&lt;br /&gt; thats the worst nite mare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting is bluffing in a professional way. says:&lt;br /&gt; but i can only think of bad at the moment now loh&lt;br /&gt; marvel movies not going to have blood d&lt;br /&gt; oh noes!&lt;br /&gt; wolverine use pencils instead of claws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mav3 says:&lt;br /&gt; adventures of iron man n donald duck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting is bluffing in a professional way. says:&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt; iron man invent a donald duck armour&lt;br /&gt; shoot out ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mav3 says:&lt;br /&gt; iron duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Public means more than 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-6378171617816141668?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/6378171617816141668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=6378171617816141668' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6378171617816141668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6378171617816141668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/09/disney-has.html' title='Disney Has...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-897173921609681988</id><published>2009-09-04T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:08:13.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla-nders'/><title type='text'>I Was Surprised..</title><content type='html'>That there were no tips for Modern Maths today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be surprised if there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; tips for Modern Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me about a friend who got caught with tips for Modern Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HUH?&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/6465396108240711363-897173921609681988?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/897173921609681988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=897173921609681988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/897173921609681988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/897173921609681988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-surprised.html' title='I Was Surprised..'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5861236373113214353</id><published>2009-09-03T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:52:47.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla-nders'/><title type='text'>I Have Become...</title><content type='html'>Numb towards the whole tips-for-exam thing already. Maybe because percentage doesn't matter anymore in trial exam.  I'm even able to laugh it off when someone is able to recite the whole exam paper like he had just taken the exam, when in fact, it was supposed to be the next paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they don't know trial exam results won't affect SPM at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sejarah paper today. I was probably the few who didn't know the questions for Sejarah. I knew a question but I was already going to study it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what most students miss. The surprise of finding out what the questions are. Even if you don't know the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parliament is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-5861236373113214353?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5861236373113214353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5861236373113214353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5861236373113214353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5861236373113214353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-become.html' title='I Have Become...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-1801525899508757403</id><published>2009-08-24T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:50:50.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>My Birthday...</title><content type='html'>Has passed. Will be waiting for another year for the special day. Hopefully by next year prices of PSP and PS3 will drop considerably low and people will buy them as my birthday. Nah, I'm happy with my PS2. Anyway, it was fun celebrating it with the Vines, CK (Calvin Klien attended my birthday!), and my whole family. It's a first seeing the cake sliced up and served until there were just 2 or 3 slices left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna thank those who gave me the presents. I got RM150 from Sis and CK. Now my camp fees are already settled! Yay! I also got a Man. United T-shirt by Sis 2. Great thing about the shirt is that it has no name on its back and it looks SO original. Click &lt;a href="http://musiquemer.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for details. I don't really like t-shirts with names because they play super hebat but I play... hebat only. I also got a very thick book by Sis 2. It's on David Beckham. Before people start pointing fingers, the book's not about his modeling life and the numerous advertisements he has done. It's about his footballing career from his childhood up to his time at Real Madrid. It's an absolutely masculine book! The book contains his 32 years in it... So I guess I might need 32 years to finish it. I also got some flowery stuff that will move when exposed to sunlight. It kinda nods and nods so I like it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Am I handsome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowery stuff: Nods and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not perasan right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowery stuff: Nods and nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I really like it. Thanks for those who bought me presents and those who remembered and wished me. Just wishing me would be great already so thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-1801525899508757403?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/1801525899508757403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=1801525899508757403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1801525899508757403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1801525899508757403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-9194088986504344169</id><published>2009-08-05T19:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:18:00.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>It's Funny...</title><content type='html'>How this is going. H1N1 cases on the rise and schools getting closed down for only a week. Cannot! Schools need to be closed down for at least a month to ensure those who are infected are healed! I suggest that working parents should be given a month's holiday as well! You see, there are 3 simple problems. I've even provided pictures to better illustrate the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Infected students at home will infect their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SnwfPvG4qgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Nr8UWrNwIvM/s1600-h/first.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SnwfPvG4qgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Nr8UWrNwIvM/s400/first.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367199211122633218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; The infected parents will infect their colleagues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SnwfxrcNLaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zvIetZeQdgc/s1600-h/second.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SnwfxrcNLaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zvIetZeQdgc/s400/second.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367199794253868450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; And the infected colleagues will infect their non-infected children, who are students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/Snwhb-jo1hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Abz4hKO7104/s1600-h/third.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/Snwhb-jo1hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Abz4hKO7104/s400/third.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367201620451448338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that in the end everyone will get infect. So, like the solution proposed earlier,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Students holiday, adults &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(except doctors)&lt;/span&gt; holiday! Everybody stay home spend  happy, quality, quantity family time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My blog might start having a&lt;br /&gt;group  of adults following it now :D&lt;br /&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/6465396108240711363-9194088986504344169?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/9194088986504344169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=9194088986504344169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/9194088986504344169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/9194088986504344169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-funny.html' title='It&apos;s Funny...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SnwfPvG4qgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Nr8UWrNwIvM/s72-c/first.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-699874556178003670</id><published>2009-08-04T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:00:10.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>I got 3rd...</title><content type='html'>In the 13th National Postal Quiz. Something like that, or was it Bible Quiz? Anyway, it's about the book of Luke and Acts. I participated in the team category, so I had a partner, and her name is Kay Lyn. She is superb. To be honest, I went there without any intention of winning anything. Just thought it would be good exposure. Problem is, when you have a partner as mine, you will go far. That's what happened. First round was 40 objective questions, answered by the each partner then totaled up. Out of 80, we got like 71. Haha, after the first round, we were talking about the questions and I got wrong almost all the questions we discussed. I think she covered up for me.. Ahh, what blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to second round. 10 questions, each 4 marks and able to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;discuss&lt;/span&gt; (I so love this word). Got the first 2 questions wrong. Question was on what book was the part about Elisha healing Naaman and David asking for the consecrated bread. I got the books wrong. Instead of 2nd Kings and 1st Samuel, I wrote 1st Kings and 2nd Samuel. Kinda confidently told KL I knew some more. Then wrong. Bahhh. The next 8 questions she knew all of them while I wasn't so sure. The only thing I did was write the answers down on a piece of A4 paper. I even had time to write nicely. Told others I was just the writer while KL was the brain. I was her hands, and she was my brain. With her brain, we got 30 out of 40. With my hand, the invigilators could read the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clear-without difficulty in seeing-neat&lt;/span&gt; answers and award the marks. We work well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those marks, we progressed to the semi-final. Here she said her brain was tired already at listening intently to the questions and didn't want to go on. Cis, you think only, I write, more tiring. ANYWAY, this round was a no discussing round. There will be 3 questions on Luke and another 3 on Acts and only 1 set may be taken by only one partner. KL said she was more comfortable with Acts so I gladly gave it to her. The questions on Luke were easy thanks to BK teacher's question-spotting skills. Got 13/15. Then when it came to Acts, I was so glad I didn't do it. I didn't know how to do most of the questions and though partner only got 8/15, I think I would have done worse and gotten only... Acts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total was 21 marks and we technically barely made it to the final. Highest was 22, while those with 20 had a tiebreaker to decide who went into the final. Looking at the scoreboard, we couldn't believe we made it that far. BK teacher was telling us at the start of the semi-final,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You're already good if you make it to the semi-final. If you make it to the final, it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May not be entirely correct, but that was what she implied. Then the SFI boy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; and ST. David boy were like more happy than us. Johannan (The St. David boy) was like, "Make Malacca proud man!" At that point of time, I understood what heroes meant when they said the world was on their shoulders. Mine was a small state, but it still heavy. I kept asking KL how the heck did we make it to the final and I blamed her for being too good. Haha, she really did awesome that day. I was spectacular. Just to make it clear, Spectacular &lt; Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got third in the final. Didn't really care about the results. Was just happy it was over and could finally go back home. Malaccan peeps were really encouraging. Thanks a bunch! Stopped by at a place for lunch. Had a very, very small portion of chicken rice. Bet it was expensive, but it was good though. Had some chocolate cakes as well. Went back home tired and missed the music practice for Sunday's led worship. Practice was at 4, quiz supposed to end at 12.30, but it ended at 2 and we started going back at 2.30 I think. So sorry, Frederick! I promise next time when you song lead for Youth then I'll play for you. If your name is not on the list, then ask Sharma or someone to put you in charge on one Saturday then can already, okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-699874556178003670?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/699874556178003670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=699874556178003670' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/699874556178003670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/699874556178003670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-3rd.html' title='I got 3rd...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5424520971241091451</id><published>2009-07-26T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:30:56.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>Day 3/4 and...</title><content type='html'>A load of other stuff. Was really busy, and kinda lazy to blog when time was given. Day 3 of DMSJ (In case anyone forgets what Day 3 is about) was fun. The first day of quiet time... with the kids. For those who don't know what 'ironic' is, that's an example. Quiet time with kids when kids are no where near quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to prepare the things the day before. Of course I couldn't because the lights were off and I tried waiting with Clement for the kids to sleep but we waited and waited until we waited in our sleep. We were talking about what 'ye he hwa' was in english. Don't know whether pin yin right or not, but it means Jehovah. We didn't know, and we asked Andrew (The guy who reminds me of Shin Chan) what it meant. He answered, "'Ye' is coconut, 'hwa' is flower, so 'ye he hwa' means 'coconut and flower'. It was so darn funny. Not making fun of him for not being able to speak chinese, but the translation was just superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet time went well without as much noise as I expected. Had Bingo Bash in the afternoon. It was creative. Never played it like this before. Normally when people mention bingo, I imagine a smoky room due to the cigarettes and crowded. Somehow SU's touch made the bingo feel very Christian and clean. Haha, well done! Had this activity by Sieh Jin about 5 ways to take the Word of God. Had to pair up with another one for every mini-game and if you loss, your partner would have to write the way on your finger. I'm a guy who cannot tahan outside dirty wan, so I tried my very best to keep myself clean. I won all the mini-games. Well done Shaun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we had a Fun Nite. The whole thing was very well thought of. Didn't expect the king to be so hated until got people wanna assasinate and my dad was an advisor to the king. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happenings in Day 4. It was kinda little until Hwei's &lt;a href="http://mgcboleh.blogspot.com/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; (which normally makes you scroll all the way down) also kinda short. Anyway, it was kinda a happy and sad feeling. I was happy because it was holiday and I could go back and play PS2 while sad because I just managed to get closer to the other church members, especially my dorm mates. I used to look at Edwin Tay as the dude who looked way beyond his age, his brother Kelvin as a super tall dude, Clement as Spock (from Star Trek), and Andrew as a dude with much hormones. But then after the camp, I really got to know each of them better and it wasn't a Hi-Bye thing anymore. So yeah, for me, the camp's purpose was accomplished: To reach unity among the 4 churches. Well done to SAGC for organising and thank God it was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the load of other stuff would be these 2 jokes spontaneously made by my fellow classmates during Bible Knowledge. Form 4 dudes/dudettes, please take it. It's good for understanding of Luke and Acts. You'll love God more too, which is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joke #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Referring to the part where Jesus ordered the legion of demons into the large herd of pigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Now, why do you think Jesus did that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;: Because of swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joke #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Referring to the part where Jesus gave His disciples a promise before going up to Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;: What was the promise Jesus gave His disciples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Student&lt;/span&gt;: I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-5424520971241091451?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5424520971241091451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5424520971241091451' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5424520971241091451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5424520971241091451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-34-and.html' title='Day 3/4 and...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-3624380998213752895</id><published>2009-06-23T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:52:48.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>Day 2...</title><content type='html'>Of DMSJ! For those who do not know, my apologies. DMSJ is a quiz held every year between 4 churches, that is Daya (Johor), Melaka, Shah Alam and Johor again. Because this year would be the 10th year of the quiz, we decided to have a camp. There you go for introduction. Perfect summary of 10 years. 15/15 marks. Well done, Shaun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a baptism ceremony in the morning. It was my first witnessing a baptism ceremony held at the sea. 5 candidates being baptised, and I knew none of them. If only it was done at the 4th day or I had taken the initiative to know them for the previous DMSJ's, then personally it would have been a happier experience watching them. I did not know them, and therefore I can't help but feel I couldn't really share in their happy moment. I was happy for them, but could have been happier. Sorry there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congratulations to those salty ones baptised in the salty sea. Had morning worship after that and Unc Jason Fong shared his first sermon. Felt it was good and funny and applicable. I've heard him speak about 3 times already before the camp, but his 3 days sermons were really good! It was also fun to meet Siehjin (the guy singing in my cbox) and Christina. They came to our youth before to share about not being complacent. I shall not type more about that. We only absorb 20% of what we hear. That was 20%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaya, we had workshops! I attended the 1st two on '7 reasons why the Bible is true' and the one on the Old and New Testament, so I chose the CSI: Philemon instead. Watching too much CSI, I thought Unc Jason would bring out a body and teach us how to inspect the body. But nah, he took out the bible, turned to Philemon, and taught us how to inspect that particular book. It was done very detailedly and he literally left no words unturned. Philemon became nomelihP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Survivor Game in the afternoon. We discovered that Jun Yi was Keanu Reeves and could do those 'bend your back 90 degrees' stunts. Expected more games, but there was only one. To be honest, I was disappointed a bit, but then we ended up playing football on the beach so it was good in the end; Those that preferred sleeping slept, and those that preferred playing played!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-3624380998213752895?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/3624380998213752895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=3624380998213752895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3624380998213752895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3624380998213752895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-2.html' title='Day 2...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-3393771834277256436</id><published>2009-06-16T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:20:42.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>This is...</title><content type='html'>Blog post 100! Anyway, it's been long since I updated this blog. I think the last time I posted a post was when Najib was still Deputy Prime Minister. I was busy with stuff, then lazy with stuff. I could have updated it during the holidays but then my sister was using it very often and I did not want the PS2 to be left out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt; had to be sacrificed, and so the blog was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, DMSJ camp was fun. I was not expecting anything big or superb about this camp initially. Throughout the years of DMSJ, I only know a few of every church and the thought of being with only one or two MGC-ians in a group with 11 people was kinda scary. The most dreadful part of the camp was of course the DMSJ quiz. Did not touch chapter 1 of Colossians at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong about the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit scary for the 1st day, but then it gradually became alright, then fun. The quiz was not scary and dreadful at all (I even sat there counting time for my dad for the last few questions). It wasn't that bad to be number 2 actually. Roger Federer is World No. 2. Lin Dan is World No.2. Man United got no. 2 in the final. The list goes on. Anyway, like I predicted, the dorm where I slept was mainly filled by SAGC people, then Daya and lastly, Yik How and me. I thought I was gonna get ragging or something, but then it was not to be because I slept with a lot of kids. After the quiz, I got to find out I was dorm leader over all the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting concept, where you share with your leader what you learned about the day's sermon and stuff. It was a tough 3 days for me because kids are naturally hard to control and to ask them what they thought about the sermon was like asking an adult what he thought about Powerpuff Girls. The age gap was toooooooo big. These were kids ranging from standard 2 to Standard 6. With God's help though, I managed to pull it through. We talked about how high their sand-castles were, how many seashells they collected, how salty the seawater was, etc, etc. Nola, we did talk about the sermons. It was impressive that they could remember what they heard and all the more hebat when they listened! When I was in Standard 6, I was only listening to the total money in the offering bag (it was the only announcement I listened to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, any SAGC member reading this, please tell Joshua I said thanks ya. When I was having a sore throat and asking the kids if they had any prayer items, he requested to pray that I get well. It was very touching. For those who don't know, Joshua is the small kid sacrificed for eating the sacrifice. I think I shall stop here. I care about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; to get tired in reading this blog and checking twice if the blog was actually &lt;a href="http://musiquemer.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.musiquemer.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://frozenstrawberry86.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.frozenstrawberry86.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be backlogging for the next few days and try to be updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S: The '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;' refers to my eyes.&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/6465396108240711363-3393771834277256436?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/3393771834277256436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=3393771834277256436' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3393771834277256436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3393771834277256436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is.html' title='This is...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-3278526101342360634</id><published>2009-05-20T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:52:50.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>It was...</title><content type='html'>Amazing. My hand moved by itself today during Bio exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-3278526101342360634?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/3278526101342360634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=3278526101342360634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3278526101342360634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3278526101342360634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was.html' title='It was...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4397161152387120449</id><published>2009-05-18T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:21:50.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I'm No...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blogger, just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lamer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tse Shuen's no blogger, &lt;span&gt;just a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;worker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tse Hwei's no blogger, &lt;span&gt;just a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;blabber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian's no blogger, just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;pray-er&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's no blogger, just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mamak-ker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Li's no blogger, just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;gamer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen Mei's no blogger, just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just something you find everytime you read their blogs. The one with bold and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; colour is not all true. Goshies, I'm a good rhymer.&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/6465396108240711363-4397161152387120449?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4397161152387120449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4397161152387120449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4397161152387120449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4397161152387120449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-no.html' title='I&apos;m No...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2111813412025929265</id><published>2009-05-12T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:16:48.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>It's That...</title><content type='html'>Time of the month again... No, not period. It's the time where we have exams and questions leak and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;people like me abandon the leaks. Is it that hard to keep your mouth sealed over some questions instead of torturing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good, honest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;people like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not trying to praise myself here.&lt;br /&gt;Just stating a clear-cut fact.&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/6465396108240711363-2111813412025929265?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2111813412025929265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2111813412025929265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2111813412025929265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2111813412025929265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-that.html' title='It&apos;s That...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5063715550047157249</id><published>2009-04-30T21:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:00:05.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla-nders'/><title type='text'>You Know...</title><content type='html'>The famous phrase uttered by Peter Parker's uncle, Ben Parker? For those who don't know, Peter Parker is Spider-Man, not some parking dude. Back to the point, in the 1st movie, when Peter was acting strange (and a bit rude), then Ben took hold of Peter, looked him in the eye, and said the famous line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"With great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;powers&lt;/span&gt;, comes great &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SfmqiFSLQhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/W7y4h4yK6J0/s1600-h/peter.parker.uncle.ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SfmqiFSLQhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/W7y4h4yK6J0/s400/peter.parker.uncle.ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330479136480379410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inside his mind, "Sob, sob. This is going to be my last line before I die in the movie."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was certainly the line that got everyone's hair standing up and inspired when they heard him say that. Of course, Peter was busy thinking of wrestling so he didn't really listen. Well, to be honest, I did some thinking when I thought of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What power do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What responsibility do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then realised I really did have a power. The power of not being able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smell smelly things.&lt;/span&gt; I've learned something from this movie. Yes, with my power of not being able to smell smelly things, I shall take it as a responsibility to do the thing very few have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBMB... Here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/Sfms5KzFI1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/USjPVK2Z1qQ/s1600-h/IMG_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/Sfms5KzFI1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/USjPVK2Z1qQ/s400/IMG_0584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330481732120814418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Great responsibility. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your power. Take responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This post is not intended to offend anyone.&lt;/span&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/6465396108240711363-5063715550047157249?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5063715550047157249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5063715550047157249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5063715550047157249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5063715550047157249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know.html' title='You Know...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SfmqiFSLQhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/W7y4h4yK6J0/s72-c/peter.parker.uncle.ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-1306711597145040837</id><published>2009-04-23T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:49:23.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>The Difference...</title><content type='html'>Between how a top-scorer and normal student react when getting an 'E' in a subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top-Scorer&lt;/span&gt; - "I see my report card hor, A, A, A, A, then suddenly one 'E' leh! So ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Normal &lt;/span&gt;- "Hey, look! I got a Royal Flush! A, B, C, D, E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Royal Flush is where you get 5 cards with same&lt;br /&gt;shape and increasing number. E.g, Spades 1,2,3,4,5.&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/6465396108240711363-1306711597145040837?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/1306711597145040837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=1306711597145040837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1306711597145040837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1306711597145040837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/04/difference.html' title='The Difference...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4328450884385981420</id><published>2009-04-18T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:33:50.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I'm So Glad...</title><content type='html'>My mom is back! Haha, she was back pretty early and we chatted a lot as a family that night. She didn't really enjoy her trip, but I think she did enjoy being away from house chores. I found out the 1st day I washed the clothes wrongly. Didn't use soap powder but a powerful acid which, according to my mom, is able to make a hole in clothes. Haha, so glad nothing bad happened. All in all, it was a fun 4 days and I really learned to appreciate her more. Moms rocks! If you see your mom passing by, give her a thumbs up and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mom, you rock for all you've done! Especially the housework and raising a good kid!"&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/6465396108240711363-4328450884385981420?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4328450884385981420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4328450884385981420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4328450884385981420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4328450884385981420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-glad.html' title='I&apos;m So Glad...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-1341750218667951328</id><published>2009-04-16T18:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:24:19.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>Day 3 Was...</title><content type='html'>Definitely the most tiring day. Woke up at 7 to sweep and mop almost the whole house. Whether clean or not, not very sure. I can't really tell the difference between a mopped floor and a non-mopped floor, feels the same. Anyway, went badminton at 10, came back at 1, went sushi king at 1.30 and arrived at 2.00. Adrian and Yen deserved to be mentioned here because they waited quite a long time. So, thanks guy and girl! It was funny hearing the conversation between them and this sushi lady who was in charge of seating people. They were talking about throwing shoes at those who should have left but didn't. Actually, it would have been more wise if they passed the shoe to those behind. I bet they were even more impatient than us. Fortunately for everybody, Hwei recited a poem that directed our impatience away, or to her. Goes something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patience is virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Virtue is grace,&lt;br /&gt;Put them together and you have a pretty face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was super tired when I got home and immediately fell asleep. Woke up for dinner and then went to prayer meeting. Everybody seemed sick and the sneezing sound thingy could be heard all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, there were a only a small number of people in prayer meeting for the 1st 15 minutes or so. Uncle Tony was the chairman and he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I think today &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; little people because it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shouldn't the attendance be more if it's holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-1341750218667951328?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/1341750218667951328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=1341750218667951328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1341750218667951328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1341750218667951328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-3-was.html' title='Day 3 Was...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7391772787005186130</id><published>2009-04-15T08:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:15:43.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Day 2 came...</title><content type='html'>A little bit late, but anyway, here's Day 2. Did nothing much except fold some clothes. There are still some clothes to be taken in but to confirm they are REALLY dry, I decided to leave them be for another night. Moon reflects the Sun's rays as well you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-7391772787005186130?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7391772787005186130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7391772787005186130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7391772787005186130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7391772787005186130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-2-came.html' title='Day 2 came...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4824781079500707982</id><published>2009-04-13T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:51:17.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>It's Not Related...</title><content type='html'>To the other posts, but more people seem to dislike me in school now. Even my close friend. I thought it was just me being paranoid when he talked less to me, but turned out my other friends also felt the same way. During lunch, he didn't even look at me and only answered me with a few words. Don't know why. That's the sucky part. It pays to be too handsome I guess. So, for young boys out there, be handsome in moderation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-4824781079500707982?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4824781079500707982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4824781079500707982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4824781079500707982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4824781079500707982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-not-related.html' title='It&apos;s Not Related...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-3146851787328897031</id><published>2009-04-13T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:46:44.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>As Requested By...</title><content type='html'>One, but thought by many, I shall give a summary of today's Day One. I went to the washing machine wanting to wash the clothes. When I opened the cover, there was no water inside. I was shocked because previously when my mom used it water was always present. I thought of taking pails and pouring the water inside, but then I didn't remember seeing my mom walking back and forth the toilet taking pails after pails. So I called her to ask how to do.. Haha. 1st day then need help d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems you press something then water will come out by itself. The water was pouring in, but I didn't know where the softener and the other thing goes in so that took another half-hour. When it was washing, I was so worried that I might screw up somewhere and the clothes would have become other people's clothes. Like black clothes become white and white to black and the red would mix with some colour to produce green. It didn't, but some of the clothes were not as wet as I thought it should be. It gives you the feeling that some of them can be put under the fan for 30 minutes then they would dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked dad what to do and he said "Never mind wan la!" Oh ya, I forgot, there are no girls in the house. After hanging the not-so-wet clothes, I tried ironing clothes. Dad taught by ironing a shirt. There were a line or two left on the shirt and I was like, "No need to get rid of the lines meh?" He replied, "Aiya, no need so detail wan la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled with the clothes... a lot. My dad say I iron like never iron like that. Oh well, at least I tried, so 100 points for the effort. By the way, it's not 7 days, my mom will be back by Thursday. Nevertheless, 4 days is still long... very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, there are lessons to each summary. What I learn today is not to be so detailed. It was gained through words of wisdom by my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-3146851787328897031?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/3146851787328897031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=3146851787328897031' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3146851787328897031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/3146851787328897031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-requested-by.html' title='As Requested By...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-34606686425977476</id><published>2009-04-12T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:25:33.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Will Be...</title><content type='html'>A houseman tomorrow. Some may say I'm still too young to call myself a man, but it's my blog, so just read on. Gotta explain the story 1st, so just sit tight and read. It started on a day when my  mom told my dad that she was going to Hanoi, Vietnam with her colleagues. She did almost all of the housework, so it was understandably why she was worried to leave the house to 2 man and a boy, who were the ones giving her work, for one week. My dad replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Go ahead, dear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was so much energy from that 3 words. He said with such confidence that could move mountains. My mom's was also convincing. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure or not??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was same. Energy and confidence that could make mountains afraid to move. Heh, I'm sure when my father said that, he had me on his mind since I'm the only one doing a little bit of the housework. Reminds me of the Reedemer, Saviour, Friend song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I know you had me on your mind&lt;br /&gt;When you said, 'Go ahead, dear!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that's what happened. My mom's leaving tomorrow for a week. I was already taught how to wash the clothes, boil the water and prepare breakfast for Ken and myself. I predict an amazing 7 days about to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6465396108240711363-34606686425977476?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/34606686425977476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=34606686425977476' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/34606686425977476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/34606686425977476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-be.html' title='I Will Be...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-497259457476815483</id><published>2009-04-03T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:43:08.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Went To...</title><content type='html'>Franciscans Night. Went for the sake of meeting old friends, not the performances. Got to know from some SFI people that it was lousy. Met Andy Mau there as well. When I was there, I remembered an idiom or line or whatever that goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; something only after that something is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You all should know why I recall that line right? Originally a St. Francis primary student, I went to GBS instead of St. Francis secondary, and it's been 5 years since then. So yeah, the line does come naturally. Goshies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends must have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;missed&lt;/span&gt; me so much for the past five years!&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/6465396108240711363-497259457476815483?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/497259457476815483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=497259457476815483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/497259457476815483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/497259457476815483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-went-to.html' title='I Went To...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8721288894171779036</id><published>2009-03-30T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:42:48.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>It's Been Long...</title><content type='html'>Since I updated this blog. Well, life has been busy for me. Homework, CF, and also the Easter Day event thing. That was certainly a handful. Talking about Easter, I think I grew a lot after the event, character and spiritually, but definitely not size... I'm still short.. Sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The size thing aside, I think I really did grow. This event shaped me up a little bit, being more stern when I have to, though I'm no where near the famous sterners in church yet. Wahahaha. Sorry to those I've offended in the process of practicing. It does get a bit business when we're doing this kind of things, nothing personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually, God reminded me I'm not alone in my troubles. He made me realise I had my fellow church members who were there for me, some who are going through the same trials, some tougher ones, and some who have experienced them. The crying session (I make it sound so cool) I had that day really released all the pain I was holding in and to know they prayed for me was really nice. So thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think I got a little carried away with inviting my friends to come. Had some painful experiences there and I was very down and disappointed when I realised none of my friends were coming. Got to know about only 4 non-christians were coming, and that didn't help. I felt as if our sketch and the whole event would be meaningless. Again, God proved me wrong. Through the event, Fong Wan, who has not been coming to church, came back again and  two of the non-christians gave positive responses. He reminded me again that however small the number may be, He can still produce the best out of it and He will never let our effort and hard work go to waste. I also understood the word "redeemer" with a deeper meaning and Kah Wei's illustration of Jesus exchanging eternal death for eternal life reminded me of what Easter is really about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's it. Post is a bit long, but do remember I have not blogged in like, a month. So for the post to be only this long is something good. If it were maybe, my sister or Chen Li, the post might be equivalent to a novel. If it were Yen Mei, pictures would be flooding in and the whole Internet line will be so slow you can get a cup of coffee, cook Maggi Mee, take a bath, fold clothes and take a nap. So be glad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-8721288894171779036?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8721288894171779036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8721288894171779036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8721288894171779036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8721288894171779036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Long...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-1264291591517812451</id><published>2009-03-16T13:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:28:06.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I'll Never...</title><content type='html'>Underestimate green bean seeds anymore. Small they may be, it's hard to make them grow. My 6th time planting them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are not green. They're yellow. Maybe that's why I'm struggling so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-1264291591517812451?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/1264291591517812451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=1264291591517812451' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1264291591517812451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/1264291591517812451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-never.html' title='I&apos;ll Never...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-372541939707136618</id><published>2009-03-07T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:06:06.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Co-SongLed...</title><content type='html'>With Aaron for the Children's Hour today. I felt horrible. The kids were beyond control. I talk there and they like never listen. It was probably the 1st time I felt like I was syok sendiriing. For the 20 minutes I was leading there, I missed the youth who would follow me and sing, or even if in the worst case scenario, just stay there silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's a much bigger challenge to songlead with the kids than the youths. One of the Singaporeans (who looked like Stephen Lew) said it was easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Very easy wan the kids! They still young so if you act &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; with them then can d!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me??? Act crazy? That's like, impossible wei! I'm such a serious dude! Anyway, I think I'll sit in for the next few weeks in the Children's Hour to see how the more experienced ones do the job. Till then, I prefer the youths. So silent and manipulative. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-372541939707136618?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/372541939707136618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=372541939707136618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/372541939707136618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/372541939707136618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-songled.html' title='I Co-SongLed...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5204692029227695129</id><published>2009-03-02T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:56:50.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>utterly disappointed with what a close friend of mine said. I need someone who can keep me going spiritually in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-5204692029227695129?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5204692029227695129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5204692029227695129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5204692029227695129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5204692029227695129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7135402610447912295</id><published>2009-02-15T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:14:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>According To...</title><content type='html'>Albert Einstein,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If at first the idea is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absurd&lt;/span&gt;, then there is no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How about the idea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many girls like Shaun&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Absurd? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6465396108240711363-7135402610447912295?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7135402610447912295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7135402610447912295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7135402610447912295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7135402610447912295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/02/according-to.html' title='According To...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2486870299794181060</id><published>2009-02-09T17:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:16:54.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>It's All A LIE</title><content type='html'>I discoverd something interesting. Out of the regular MGC bloggers' blogs that I usually read, this is their posts starting from this year;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy - 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian - 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Li - 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tse Shuen - 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen Mei - 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tse Hwei - 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say you'll be very busy when you're in university. For the younger ones, it's a lie. The older you get, the more free you become. The bloggers who have over 10 posts are from university. Don't get fooled. Be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One more thing. Guys naturally tend to talk or type less.&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/6465396108240711363-2486870299794181060?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2486870299794181060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2486870299794181060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2486870299794181060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2486870299794181060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-did-some-research.html' title='It&apos;s All A LIE'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2609103869426874277</id><published>2009-01-30T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:48:07.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I Feel...</title><content type='html'>Sick. The fever has already left the body, but I still feel strange. It's like you know the body is not 100% fit, that kind of feeling. It feels like I have a lot of gas. Not my butt, my stomach. Keep burping and stuff. Even the colour of my droppings aren't as lively as they were before. I think it's KFC. Those chickens in the bucket ones. Very dangerous. Quite a few have already suffered from diarrhoea already. So be careful ya. The chickens might be out for revenge for all the relatives you ate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-2609103869426874277?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2609103869426874277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2609103869426874277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2609103869426874277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2609103869426874277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel.html' title='I Feel...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5110872645369614857</id><published>2009-01-19T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:20:51.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning: No Blas Allowed(Spiritual Stuff)'/><title type='text'>How Does It Feel...</title><content type='html'>When someone ignores you? It's like you're halfway talking to that person and he/she just goes away without apologizing or giving any reason. The only thing they leave you with is confusion and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what we do sometimes, or most of the time, to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read His word, maybe a paragraph of two, ponder upon those words, and before even finishing the chapter, we fall asleep. Or we go to bed, pray for a while, and before even finishing the prayer, we fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I've done it before. Sometimes, I sleep even before I start praying. Somehow it just bad doing that to God, the one who did a lot for me. I'm just ashamed I can't spend a few minutes to talk to Him without my eyes half-closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, for the question that always comes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are we going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make it a point to spend time with God and to be alert when doing so. Don't get Him disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-5110872645369614857?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5110872645369614857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5110872645369614857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5110872645369614857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5110872645369614857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-does-it-feels.html' title='How Does It Feel...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8887699821611211448</id><published>2009-01-16T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:56:40.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Most People...</title><content type='html'>Do not know the later part of the story "The Tortoise and the Hare" and of course, the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SXBGgR_PVJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6-91fkKDKf8/s1600-h/hare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SXBGgR_PVJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6-91fkKDKf8/s400/hare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291807082558739602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all think it ends after the tortoise wins the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure we all have the same version of the story here I'll be retelling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hare was a very fast animal, always doing things fast, and he liked it furious. Some claimed he was so fast, he made a cheetah look like a snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tortoise on the other hand, was a very slow but steady animal. All the animals claimed he was so slow, he made a snail look like a cheetah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the hare decided to have a race. Of course, the hare led the race but slept when nearing the end of the race and the tortoise managed to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crawl&lt;/span&gt; past the finishing line. Hare realises his mistake, apologizes and The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they all think. Here's the later part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the next 99 races between the two, the hare won them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hare is still the fastest. If exam asks you which is faster, don't give tortoise as your answer.&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/6465396108240711363-8887699821611211448?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8887699821611211448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8887699821611211448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8887699821611211448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8887699821611211448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-people.html' title='Most People...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SXBGgR_PVJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6-91fkKDKf8/s72-c/hare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4896479628046910155</id><published>2009-01-12T18:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:54:22.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I had...</title><content type='html'>Difficulties breathing. It all started after badminton. After I took my bath, my nose started running and then during that moment I had that problem. This was how I cure my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SWsr8nwdVxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oF0fdrqxGIo/s1600-h/IMG_0631%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SWsr8nwdVxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oF0fdrqxGIo/s400/IMG_0631%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290370507741157138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have a round head. Like a ball.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surprisingly, the flu stopped, but I can't breathe anymore. Someone please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/6465396108240711363-4896479628046910155?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4896479628046910155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4896479628046910155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4896479628046910155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4896479628046910155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had.html' title='I had...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SWsr8nwdVxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oF0fdrqxGIo/s72-c/IMG_0631%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-6284958360608071222</id><published>2009-01-01T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:19:11.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Christmases...</title><content type='html'>Is a dumb show. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-6284958360608071222?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/6284958360608071222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=6284958360608071222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6284958360608071222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6284958360608071222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2009/01/four-christmases.html' title='Four Christmases...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5403678865305566459</id><published>2008-12-30T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:15:19.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I'm going to...</title><content type='html'>Change a new pair of spectacles! The last one was actually okay, until Hwei sat on it. The screws could not handle the burden so they gave way and one half of the thingy connecting the specs to the face broke. Here's a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVnxZdowgVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5LW2z-h1MBE/s1600-h/IMG_0601%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVnxZdowgVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5LW2z-h1MBE/s400/IMG_0601%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285521057450590546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A victim of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have something to tell you sis: See you in court!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVn0EYw_K_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/bQUFFqrH7DQ/s1600-h/IMG_0604%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVn0EYw_K_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/bQUFFqrH7DQ/s400/IMG_0604%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285523993900559346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Proof wrapped up and good to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall call this case the "Pressured Spectacles" case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-5403678865305566459?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5403678865305566459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5403678865305566459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5403678865305566459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5403678865305566459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-going-to.html' title='I&apos;m going to...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVnxZdowgVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5LW2z-h1MBE/s72-c/IMG_0601%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7344481122767523041</id><published>2008-12-29T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:19:26.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>My sisters...</title><content type='html'>Are on the way to KL as we speak. Maybe reach already. I must say the amount of things they packed were like packing for the entire family. They were like preparing for war more than university!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVjo0oR6xQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iaOC7TEzUhk/s1600-h/IMG_0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVjo0oR6xQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iaOC7TEzUhk/s400/IMG_0586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230153582691586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They even brought mattress for camping out at night during war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And to think they cramped it all inside the small Kelisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-7344481122767523041?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7344481122767523041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7344481122767523041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7344481122767523041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7344481122767523041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-sisters.html' title='My sisters...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVjo0oR6xQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iaOC7TEzUhk/s72-c/IMG_0586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-2238084397811088563</id><published>2008-12-28T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:04:12.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems...</title><content type='html'>I have a follower. At first, I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVeThWCH2cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6PmAEgo7M9Q/s1600-h/happy+and+excited.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVeThWCH2cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6PmAEgo7M9Q/s400/happy+and+excited.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284854888802015682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I found out it was my sister, I went dot, dot, dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVeUZ0GssYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K47GXNBbg-4/s1600-h/Dot_Sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVeUZ0GssYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K47GXNBbg-4/s400/Dot_Sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284855858946945410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good post? If it is, Follow Me! It's much better than other shampoo brands!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I see a new dawn of era in lameness....&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still there as the ruler.&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/6465396108240711363-2238084397811088563?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/2238084397811088563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=2238084397811088563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2238084397811088563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/2238084397811088563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-seems.html' title='It seems...'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVeThWCH2cI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6PmAEgo7M9Q/s72-c/happy+and+excited.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-6961542095328468930</id><published>2008-12-24T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:24:11.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Christmas is near and.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUESTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why is Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer's nose red?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVIKVEdmN_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sLTS3vgDdr4/s1600-h/rudolph_the_rednosed_reindeer_1939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVIKVEdmN_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sLTS3vgDdr4/s400/rudolph_the_rednosed_reindeer_1939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283296669950425074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's winter and he has flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy your Christmas and do remember the real reason why we celebrate it; Celebrating the birth of someone important, not Santa Claus and a reindeer with flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-6961542095328468930?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/6961542095328468930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=6961542095328468930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6961542095328468930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6961542095328468930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-near-and.html' title='Christmas is near and.....'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SVIKVEdmN_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sLTS3vgDdr4/s72-c/rudolph_the_rednosed_reindeer_1939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-4458827719094297390</id><published>2008-12-11T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:53:43.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Random stuff</title><content type='html'>My ulcers are healed! But there's a new one now, so it's still kinda painful when eating and brushing teeth. Temptation to brush only once a day is especially strong now. Personally, I thought camp was alright, since it was my first camp to actually write down notes, but I kinda dozed off on the 3rd day too so it wasn't so good..... Anyway, that's about all, for the youths handling the kids on the Kids Christmas Party thingy, all the best and be patient alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-4458827719094297390?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/4458827719094297390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=4458827719094297390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4458827719094297390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/4458827719094297390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-6222838943891528311</id><published>2008-11-18T15:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:44:09.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I stuck to reading the online news for less than 15 minutes</title><content type='html'>Title just a pun from Hwei's. Anyway, the block is un-blocked already. Came across this news on the Net about a woman who was jailed for 'killing' virtual husband. What's with the 'killing' you ask? Well, this is a cut-short story of the whole incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both met in a famous online game, Maple Story (Yeah, that cute I-kill-snails-to-level-up game) and over the past 2 years Maple Story developed a system where you could marry and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SSJ3LGJTKwI/AAAAAAAAADo/6MwVR5B36aY/s1600-h/maplesea6xr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SSJ3LGJTKwI/AAAAAAAAADo/6MwVR5B36aY/s400/maplesea6xr4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269905546488785666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A very fair fight indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SSJ5K-dIYKI/AAAAAAAAADw/KyoOj3O8bQg/s1600-h/maple11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SSJ5K-dIYKI/AAAAAAAAADw/KyoOj3O8bQg/s400/maple11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269907743447736482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Geng Yi and Grace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the woman logs on to the game just to find out she has been divorced by the husband! Without letter and lawyer informing some more! "How can!" she says. So instead of consulting a lawyer (maybe they were busy with exams), she took matter into her own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she did was she logged on to her ex-online-husband and killed the character. How she killed I don't know, since the characters are usually reborn after dying, just that there will be a deduction in experience points (to level up). When the poor man logged on his account, he realised his ex-online-wife killed him! So poor man became angry man and reported to the police about this. Then angry woman became poor woman when she was arrested by the police and if convicted, will either face up to 5 years in prison or fined US$5000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is getting crazy don't you think so? Next thing you know wife sues husband for commiting online adultery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-6222838943891528311?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/6222838943891528311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=6222838943891528311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6222838943891528311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/6222838943891528311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-stuck-to-reading-newspaper-for-less.html' title='I stuck to reading the online news for less than 15 minutes'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SSJ3LGJTKwI/AAAAAAAAADo/6MwVR5B36aY/s72-c/maplesea6xr4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-876733422166432815</id><published>2008-11-18T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:25:08.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Writers' Block</title><content type='html'>I'm having one of those days, where you can't think of anything much to write and post on the blog... Oh wait, looks like I have something to write and post about in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-876733422166432815?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/876733422166432815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=876733422166432815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/876733422166432815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/876733422166432815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/11/writers-block.html' title='Writers&apos; Block'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-9029248355129897753</id><published>2008-11-14T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:19:21.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Datukship anyone?</title><content type='html'>My class went for a trip to A' Famosa Water World today. Won't talk too much about what we did there but it was interesting to note that we saw a famous Hong Kong actor there as well! His name is none other than......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ERIC TSANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     If you go 'HUH?" when you read his name and get scared that you've been living in another world, fear not, as I think you would know him if I show you a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SR12d3ZDESI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JkAfYxDI--w/s1600-h/eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SR12d3ZDESI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JkAfYxDI--w/s400/eric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268497394550640930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right? He always performs as the funny person in movies and reality shows. According to my friends, he was there for a photoshoot with the Miss Hong Kongs. So seeing the girls were like 'Oh my Goodiness! They're hotter than me!" Anyway, they did the photoshoot in Malacca. The pictures are certainly going to be shown in Hong Kong and then showed to the whole wide world. Now, doesn't he deserve a Datukship as well for promoting Malacca like Sharukh Khan did? Anyway, it's just a reminder for Ali Rustam to mention his name and &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2008/10/datukship_for_j.php"&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/a&gt;'s next time they want to recommend potential "Grandfathers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-9029248355129897753?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/9029248355129897753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=9029248355129897753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/9029248355129897753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/9029248355129897753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/11/datukship-anyone.html' title='Datukship anyone?'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SR12d3ZDESI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JkAfYxDI--w/s72-c/eric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-8731552142136128070</id><published>2008-11-02T20:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:36:14.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Hwei and Shuen's Tag</title><content type='html'>Response to my sisters' tag. Just being a good brother, that's all. Ahh, all in a days work I'd say. I'll start with Hwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Things I'm Passionate About.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Knowing God.&lt;br /&gt;2. Football.&lt;br /&gt;3. TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;4. Being passionate of myself.&lt;br /&gt;5. PS2.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sports except those I don't play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six Books I Read Recently (For the past year please? I have to really dig deep on this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. White Fang.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ecclesiastes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Song of Songs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Swiss Robinson Family.&lt;br /&gt;5. Archie Andrews?&lt;br /&gt;6. My Form 4 Literature book.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six Songs I Can Listen To Over and Over Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Cinderella - Steven Curtis Chapman.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's All About You - McFly.&lt;br /&gt;3. I See Love - Steven Curtis Chapman.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fall For You - Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;5. Drowning - Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;6. We will Rock You - Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six Things I Learned This Past Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. God helps me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can belch louder and longer than usual.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can sing in tune!&lt;br /&gt;4. How to play the Bass a bit.&lt;br /&gt;5. I won't fall asleep when reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will fall asleep when reading a text book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six Valuable Things I Own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. The Bible.&lt;br /&gt;2. God.&lt;br /&gt;3. PS2.&lt;br /&gt;4. A family.&lt;br /&gt;5. A bed with Ken's saliva.&lt;br /&gt;6. A handsome face :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six Bloggers I Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... I'm not so sure who to tag. Maybe those my sisters have not. So Yen Mei, Pei Ling (although I don't know you really well),  Shu Lynn, Jien Lee, Frederick, and Hwee Lin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, on to Shuen's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3) Tag 7 people at the end of your post (link or not, up to you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4) let them know they are tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm a saved sinner! God saved me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have a considerable amount of self-esteem. I think I'm handsome.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nobody can break my confidence in myself, not even you. I still think I'm handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like to play football and badminton.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like to read manga!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like to play games.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact #7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need to move my hands whenever I do something. E.g. I can't leave my left hand doing nothing when eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall bend the rules like my big sis does and tag only 3. So Mau, and Yen, and Shu, looks like you got 2 tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-8731552142136128070?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/8731552142136128070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=8731552142136128070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8731552142136128070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/8731552142136128070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/11/hwei-and-shuens-tag.html' title='Hwei and Shuen&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7364213569593340268</id><published>2008-09-30T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:18:15.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bla-nders'/><title type='text'>Simile</title><content type='html'>Ken: Kor, your face got a lot of roadblocks :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Shaun: Izzit? Well, your face like moon, stomach like Jupiter, and eyes like Pluto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ken: Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shaun for the win!&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/6465396108240711363-7364213569593340268?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7364213569593340268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7364213569593340268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7364213569593340268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7364213569593340268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/09/simile.html' title='Simile'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-5590285542604183573</id><published>2008-09-22T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:07:29.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>A new sibling!</title><content type='html'>Today, Bio teacher was teaching us about bacteria and virus. Now, for the little readers, please don't sleep when you come across the word 'Bio'. It gets interesting. Anyway, she popped a question, name the fly that can transmit a bacteria that will cause a don't-know-what disease. She didn't say don't-know-what, it's just that I kinda forgot the disease's name. As usual, nobody could remember the name of the fly so she wrote it on the green board. The name was astonishing. It made me wonder why my parents have been hiding this secret for the past 16 years. The name is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tsetse &lt;/span&gt;fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;          I was like "What the? I have another sibling that transmit diseases?" Well, here's a picture of my lost-and-flying sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SNelccNPhoI/AAAAAAAAADI/5mTpThw_OMs/s1600-h/tsetse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SNelccNPhoI/AAAAAAAAADI/5mTpThw_OMs/s400/tsetse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248845798750258818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Isn't he/she/it just adorable? It has big eyes like mine, wider forehead than Hwei, is probably as good in counting as Shuen (have to count babies) and big appetite like Ken! I'm ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-5590285542604183573?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/5590285542604183573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=5590285542604183573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5590285542604183573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/5590285542604183573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-sibling.html' title='A new sibling!'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SNelccNPhoI/AAAAAAAAADI/5mTpThw_OMs/s72-c/tsetse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-235227256335141774</id><published>2008-09-21T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:41:19.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>I feel Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    I always call those older than me old, because they are old, and they admit they are old. Anyway, yesterday while practicing songs with Yen Mei and Jessica for the youth meeting, I saw a bus stopping in front of the gate of MGC. That bus is not an ordinary one, it contains monsters. I'm surprised they have not torn pieces of it out or flatten the tyres or something. Anyway, while protecting the mic from the usual like-the-mic monsters, I saw 2 Indian boys walking in. They were shy, and looked about 8 or 9 years old and nice. One of them were Kathic Gajah (I think the spelling is like that) while the other was Stephen. I chatted with Elephant a while, when suddenly he called me uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was literally jaw-dropped and I was like, "OI! I still young la!" Goodness, an unintentional monster, didn't expect that. Although I'm much older than him, I can say I'm not THAT old, and I do not ADMIT that I'm old! Anyway, for those oldies out there, my heart feels for you....honestly... really...seriously la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6465396108240711363-235227256335141774?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/235227256335141774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=235227256335141774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/235227256335141774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/235227256335141774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-old.html' title='I feel Old'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6465396108240711363.post-7101150545709388132</id><published>2008-09-14T20:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:22:11.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla and bla story'/><title type='text'>Tennis is tough!</title><content type='html'>Today is the  first time I played tennis.... and it's a lot more difficult than when you see all those liars, fakers and bluffers on TV! The serve is like so hard to serve and the shots are like attracted to the net, everytime hit net! Wei Jin, Yen Mei and I played while the youths later joined. It was quite fun, especially when you're playing it with your pals! Tennis makes badminton so much easier to play. Half the time we run was to take the tennis balls, not chase the shots... because all hit net. I expect to see muscular legs among the youths present already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SM0MQuNNQEI/AAAAAAAAACw/XzCOwghRJ-8/s1600-h/fed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SM0MQuNNQEI/AAAAAAAAACw/XzCOwghRJ-8/s400/fed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245862622377361474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Former World No. 1 Liar, Faker, Bluffer. Making serves look so easy.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Federer.... And I'm so Fed-up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SM0NTkp8PRI/AAAAAAAAADA/aentp_y9vI0/s1600-h/nadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SM0NTkp8PRI/AAAAAAAAADA/aentp_y9vI0/s400/nadal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245863770864762130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current World No. 1 Liar, Faker, Bluffer. He makes muscles look easy to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, at the end of the day, I still enjoy watching tennis! Though it's true what Yen Mei said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Tennis gets you feeling discouraged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      Every sport does when you're playing it the 1st time, or 2nd, or 3rd  actually. So it's  good to know I'm not the only lousy one in MGC.  Didn't plan to hurt those who play by saying they lousy also ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6465396108240711363-7101150545709388132?l=blabla232.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/feeds/7101150545709388132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6465396108240711363&amp;postID=7101150545709388132' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7101150545709388132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6465396108240711363/posts/default/7101150545709388132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blabla232.blogspot.com/2008/09/tennis-is-tough.html' title='Tennis is tough!'/><author><name>saun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08948341932877650120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aFrY-RNG8mk/SM0MQuNNQEI/AAAAAAAAACw/XzCOwghRJ-8/s72-c/fed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
