<?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-3805660873082078031</id><updated>2011-10-22T21:34:29.178+08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='sad'/><category term='funny'/><category term='interesting'/><category term='flight'/><category term='competition'/><category term='event'/><category term='art'/><category term='glee'/><category term='her'/><category term='help'/><category term='phone'/><category term='New'/><category term='home'/><category term='Apologize'/><category term='idol'/><category term='memories'/><category term='message'/><category term='girls'/><category term='family'/><category term='trailer'/><category term='emo'/><category term='advertisement'/><category term='confused'/><category term='piano'/><category term='drawings'/><category term='patient'/><category term='Bandung Jakarta'/><category term='friends'/><category term='guys'/><category term='seminar'/><category term='random'/><category term='Fresh'/><category term='happy'/><category term='trip'/><category term='angry'/><category term='life'/><category term='dead'/><category term='movie'/><category term='donuts'/><category term='food'/><category term='delicious'/><category term='facts'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='festivals'/><category term='sick'/><category term='entertaining'/><category term='health'/><category term='love'/><category term='nice'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='university'/><category term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>Mr.Emo</title><subtitle type='html'>The emotional Bay</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3161676519299822288</id><published>2011-03-04T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:21:00.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life as We Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-RfHef6_wA/TM8lhp3dQwI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JH95vT245j0/s1600/winning_team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-RfHef6_wA/TM8lhp3dQwI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JH95vT245j0/s1600/winning_team.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we grow up, it's really common for us to meet failure and success. The whole winning or failing thing is a tricky thing, as it unintentionally bring us further in life. Everyone loves to win, and of course, everyone hates to lose. However, from a different perspective, winning might be a bad thing while failing might be a good thing in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A person who wins too often will get arrogant as time goes by, while the person who loses the most will eventually get themselves to a higher level as long as they are mature enough to take losing as a challenge of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many people seem to take winning a little too hard, while they take losing as an act of embarrassment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My old man always tell me to learn how to lose first before winning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At a certain point, I really think that he was just blabbering some weird theory of life to me again. And soon, I realize that what he has to say was truly meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always take winning seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fact, I hate losing. Each and every time I lose, I will somehow burst into tantrum. And seriously, it stinks badly. If I could learn how to lose (still learning), wouldn't life be much more meaningful. At least, I will still be able to take tomorrow as a better opportunity for me to break forward. Taking the strength to fight for a better tomorrow instead of bursting my tantrums on the wall or maybe computer. Well, as they say, it's never too late to change. I myself am changing to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The main thing I wanna say is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;life is not always about winning. Losing plays another important role in life too. It makes us stronger, it makes us into a better person, it makes us tougher. With losing, we are capable to crush and create a better tomorrow. Because we dare to lose when we were young, that's why today, we are capable to walk, crawl, and even talk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As long as you dare to accept failure bravely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fight for a better tomorrow strongly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Face each and every challenges toughly,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think positively no matter what, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soon,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will gain something successfully. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't be sad for today's failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Use the strength and fight for a better tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You will do fine soon. I believe that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3161676519299822288?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3161676519299822288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3161676519299822288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3161676519299822288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3161676519299822288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-as-we-know.html' title='Life as We Know'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6-RfHef6_wA/TM8lhp3dQwI/AAAAAAAAAfs/JH95vT245j0/s72-c/winning_team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-8852384514190167837</id><published>2011-01-24T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:46:15.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Missing In Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/lostnfnd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 413px;" src="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/lostnfnd.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It already a few months away since my last update. Somehow, I lost count myself too. In a blink of an eye, it's already 2011 we are looking at. No more 2010.&lt;b&gt; Hmmm&lt;/b&gt;. I wonder whether that's a good thing or not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I grow up, I find that time passes by seriously fast. It's not like the old times, when I will grumble towards the clock slowly ticks in front of me. Those times are all now just another sweet memories of my life which I shall keep. Well, have you people ever think back before? Like reminiscing about the time when we were young., the time when everything were still  so new, special for us still. I do... And I still do. Nothing beats good memories, and nothing will stop me from thinking of them and smile in the very end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall try. No promises. To update my blog often. I remember writing this very sentences on my last post. Nevertheless, I shall still write it again, as it's a new year, therefore, a new start maybe? I need a renovation soon. My blog is getting old, out fashion. &lt;b&gt;Sigh&lt;/b&gt;. Cheers people. It's good to finally breathe through my blog once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-8852384514190167837?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8852384514190167837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=8852384514190167837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8852384514190167837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8852384514190167837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2011/01/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing In Action'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3536707876474594497</id><published>2010-11-28T11:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T11:52:12.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Flirting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTLQryItpI6L1cKkBsS9eBCNdYGfVK7dYKUMdKaXyICRWzbfebtow"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTLQryItpI6L1cKkBsS9eBCNdYGfVK7dYKUMdKaXyICRWzbfebtow" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is taken from Website regarding the definition of FLIRTING!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flirting is a common form of social interaction whereby one person obliquely indicates a romantic or sexual interest towards another. It can consist of conversation, body language, or brief physical contact. It may be one-sided or reciprocated (encouraged) with intentions of getting to know that person on a higher level.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flirting may involve speaking and behaving in a way that suggests greater intimacy than is generally considered appropriate to the relationship or the period that they have known each other, without actually saying or doing anything that breaches any serious social norms. This may be accomplished by communicating a sense of playfulness or irony. Double entendres, with one meaning more formally appropriate and another more suggestive, may be used.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;While some of the subconscious signs are universal across cultures, flirting etiquette varies significantly across cultures which can lead to misunderstandings. There are differences in how closely people should stand (proxemics), how long to hold eye contact, and so forth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really don't understand which term on the above could people really misunderstand. When people tend to say they are flirting others, it means they want to have sexual intercourse with them instead of being friends with them. It's a huge bloody insult for your girlfriend or boyfriend when their partner insulted those who communicates with him/her with the crime flirting. Some people are either too sensitive, or they just want to act smart in front of the others by using their "boombastick" English around without knowing it's meaning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know friend through my own way and obviously I don't need any comments from the rest. Nevertheless, if jealousy came across the human's mind, please at least think first before giving comments to me. Don't insult me with words like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;flirting around&lt;/span&gt; when I never even do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was accused FLIRTING around by typing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My text here ain't that compelling right? Are you having a sexual arousal now? If so, it means I am flirting with YOU! Now, that's how you use the word FLIRTING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never even talk to a girl here in person once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never even have her phone number too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yet, someone could even condemn me for flirting when all I did is just write "STUDY STUDY STUDY in a person's FACEBOOK wall??!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I realize that different culture have a different meaning of flirting. Nevertheless, the way to make friends here is something I haven't understand yet. Clearly, as long as there are some guys/girls who adores a person here, it is best to leave that person alone, unless you have interest on them. Or else, you will never know when you will be accused for FLIRTING around. &lt;b&gt;Sigh&lt;/b&gt;. This is the bloody second time me getting such accuse. Damn it. Get a life! Learn the word before using them please. For God's sake. Pathetic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3536707876474594497?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3536707876474594497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3536707876474594497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3536707876474594497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3536707876474594497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/11/flirting.html' title='Flirting'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2069500096831549706</id><published>2010-11-24T13:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T14:14:49.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Questioning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cte.uwaterloo.ca/media/images/generic/Asking%20Questions%20Six%20Types.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://cte.uwaterloo.ca/media/images/generic/Asking%20Questions%20Six%20Types.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the years in College and University, I find that classes could end even faster than usual as long as there isn't anyone there to question the teacher. Well, it is good asking question especially when and if you are lost in the lecture, but frankly speaking, not everyone in the class is/are willing to listen to your questions at times. The best way is to approach the teacher personally after class in order to prevent others from going home early. However, not everyone in this tiny earth understand such Law or Rule. Somehow, they just love delaying the class by asking weird ridiculous questions at times. Believe me, in my medical faculty, many weird, freakish and ridiculous questions were born, and sometimes, it just keeps you wondering whether you stepped foot into the correct classroom or not. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; In order to finish class faster, the best solution is to eliminate those that couldn't resist asking questions throughout the lecture. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt sometimes I have this urge to take a rifle or maybe a pistol JUST to shoot down those people who couldn't stop asking questions. If I have extra rounds of ammos, I won't even hesitate wasting a few extra rounds of ammos just shooting the same person over and over again. They just didn't know how irritating they were when they kept the whole class in the lecture hall waiting, while of course listening to his/her weird ridiculous question being asked aloud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think  people should know that there are a few types of people in University:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you didn't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) The type that loves lectures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) The type that goes lectures for the sake of the lectures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) The type that doesn't even give a damn about the lectures at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN conclusion, I want to define that NOT EVERYONE appreciates lectures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, for those who loves asking questions during lectures, this is a WAKE UP call for you people. Stop asking during lectures, as you will never know maybe one fine day, someone might take a rifle just to shoot the hell out of you for asking pathetic questions in the lecture hall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU ARE WARNED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2069500096831549706?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2069500096831549706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2069500096831549706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2069500096831549706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2069500096831549706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/11/questioning.html' title='Questioning'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-1657800504901964371</id><published>2010-11-18T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:27:09.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>One Big Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs942.snc4/73517_10150121583844554_824649553_7729224_3772788_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs942.snc4/73517_10150121583844554_824649553_7729224_3772788_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since I came to Indonesia for my studies, I find friends really important. When friends get along with each other, soon, a strong bond will connect us together and that bond shall form into trust one fine day. I found a small group of trustful friends here, and no doubt, we are as if a family now. We might argue sometimes, but still, at the end of the day, we still get back into one big family still. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends are important, this is an untold fact of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But choose your friends wisely. Some friends are just so pathetic, and they seriously are better to left aside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't get it. If anyone committed themselves into something, aren't they suppose to take full responsible in their task? My friend almost got stuck in Surabaya (a town 2 hours away from my current location) just because he followed a friend of ours there. However, at the end of the day, without even asking, they just dozed home and left my friend hanging in the restaurant. Without informing nor telling. Luckily, our car still consist the space to input one more person in. Imagine what could have happen if we ain't there as well. &lt;b&gt;Sigh&lt;/b&gt;. The best part is, until now, no one from that car actually took the courtesy to message or even call him to apologize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My advise? Choose friends wisely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep those good friends at sight, while dispose those bad friends into the bin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-1657800504901964371?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1657800504901964371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=1657800504901964371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1657800504901964371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1657800504901964371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-big-family.html' title='One Big Family'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-6982418166790359521</id><published>2010-11-15T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:23:04.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I Heart You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs568.ash2/149081_10150120923379554_824649553_7720941_6214526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs568.ash2/149081_10150120923379554_824649553_7720941_6214526_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "A person might be successful, but their life will never be meaningful till the day they found someone they truly love."  - quoted by Victor a.k.a Mr.Emo &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog somehow got ditched again. I am truly sorry about that. I guess it's really hard to get something back once you lost it. But don't worry thou, I am trying really hard to get it back, and I ensure you people, I will eventually get back my blogging mojo one day... One fine day... *no date stated*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medic is giving me hell lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First practical skills, then tomorrow, I shall be having my exams already (for the skills itself). Ironic as it seems, but, that's what you get once you dedicated yourself into the medical field. Lifeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-6982418166790359521?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/6982418166790359521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=6982418166790359521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6982418166790359521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6982418166790359521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-heart-you.html' title='I Heart You'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-992247293933946156</id><published>2010-11-09T20:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:46:39.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Attitudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jabalnurr.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/heart-in-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 493px;" src="http://jabalnurr.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/heart-in-hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder why some people just couldn't make their own decisions themselves even when they already had an answer. They still want to ask for your opinion and somehow, either they find it nice or something, they just want to smash your opinion down right in front of your face without considering how you feel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I really don't understand why people could treat people so badly at times, and still dare to come and ask for their help at the very end. Don't they know the word &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;embarrass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First they could be treating you so freaking badly, talking to you with words that could even penetrate through hard stones, words that could be hurtful. And yet, at the very end, they still dare to come in front of you hoping that you could help them out. On what stand do they think that someone will help them in the very end after they have treated people so badly? Sometimes, this people are really lack of consideration. For them, putting themselves into other people's shoes are impossible. They just never once will do so will they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many types of attitude, why should people adapt those bad one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, if everyone could treat people nicer and better. Wouldn't the world be a better place? &lt;b&gt;Sigh&lt;/b&gt;. And everyone keeps on promoting and hoping for a better tomorrow. How to get a better tomorrow when there are still so many people with bad attitudes living in this very Earth. I wonder... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-992247293933946156?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/992247293933946156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=992247293933946156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/992247293933946156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/992247293933946156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/11/attitudes.html' title='Attitudes'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-1487326178851547001</id><published>2010-11-07T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:01:53.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Living Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRJdh3mskiCBCn0MShyLwlE_r3lhHxo_UXVpG3QiUTKOvPTMEI&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__uFVgJt__Nnw0iA3DbTAboHEYVV0="&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 177px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRJdh3mskiCBCn0MShyLwlE_r3lhHxo_UXVpG3QiUTKOvPTMEI&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__uFVgJt__Nnw0iA3DbTAboHEYVV0=" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother once told me that, "having an extra friend is better than having an extra enemy". I always remember those words, until now. I still remember the time when I used to quarrel with my best friend Ting Yu during primary and secondary school, the days when both of us find small petty stuff something worth arguing about. Yupe. I felt really childish whenever I think about the reasons we fought.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each and every fights were acknowledged by my parents, and my parents will always find a way to repair my friendship with him. Without my parents help, I don't think I will have a good buddy like I do now. I finally realized that, friends are easy to find, but good friends are hard to seek.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I am not trying to flatter Ting Yu here nor trying to be a gay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am more concern with my mother's quote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Having an extra friend is better than having an extra enemy"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am now living overseas. Living with a bunch of friends I knew when I came here. For over 2 years, many things I've tolerate and bear. But I know, no one is perfect. I also know that both of my housemates are also tolerating and bearing through my bad behaviours too. However, sometimes I really don't get them. Not to say that they aren't good, but there are certain habits of theirs I couldn't bear at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of them hates to take the rubbish in the kitchen and place it outside of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the other hates to throw foods away, even though they are rotten or spoilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't get it. Are rubbish that hard to handle? It just takes 20 steps from the rubbish bin to the big basket outside of the house, but yet, some people could find that a hard task to do. While the other, he prefer to cook more food, either keep them refrigerated if there are leftovers, or else, just leave it rotting on the table without bothering about it. He claims that he doesn't want to waste food. But he always forgets one thing. If he doesn't want to waste food at the first place, don't cook too much. And what's the different of leaving the food rotting on the table and disposing it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both of them have one similarity and difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Similarly, they both rot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Difference, their rotting spot. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part is, both of them hates to handle something similar, which is - rubbish. &lt;b&gt;Sigh&lt;/b&gt;. Why of all, I need to tolerate rubbish. :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-1487326178851547001?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1487326178851547001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=1487326178851547001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1487326178851547001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1487326178851547001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/11/living-together.html' title='Living Together'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7286582370981233977</id><published>2010-11-03T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:35:44.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;b&gt;echo&lt;/b&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello... ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello... ... ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. Let's do this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Is there anyone here&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;b&gt;echo&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is there anyone here...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is there anyone here... ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is there anyone here... ... ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmmm... I shall assume that there's someone here... *&lt;b&gt;syok sendiri&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been awhile since I lay foot on my very own blog; 1 month plus if I may recall. To be honest, after I found my girl, my blogging mojo somehow just vanished into the thin air. I dunno whether this is a great news or not, but yupe, I am starting to blog again. And!! It has nothing to do with my relationship stuff. Everything is fine (referring my relationship issues) thank you. Blogging now is like an extra something for me to do in order to kill time here. Fyi, in less than 2 months time, I shall finally return to Malaysia again. Wooohoo!! The most important thing is, I can see her again. I miss her. Huuu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn, can time fly any faster? Because I really want to get my medical degree done faster. &lt;b&gt;Sigh&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs922.snc4/73529_450802217325_601807325_6155831_4828827_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 577px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I dare you people to continue reading my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not because it's interesting or whatsoever. It's because, I is coming back for a brand new flap. It's great to be back. :) *&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;flapping my way through&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-7286582370981233977?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7286582370981233977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7286582370981233977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7286582370981233977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7286582370981233977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-6212778446801373795</id><published>2010-09-27T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:00:06.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><title type='text'>AMSA Makassar 2010</title><content type='html'>When the blogging momentum starts to slow down, blogging seems to be a burden instead of pleasure in the very end. It's really a hard task to keep the momentum running when there isn't much force attached, therefore, please don't blame me for not updating my blog often. I am trying to get that force back, all I need is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;as I mentioned, I AM LAZY. Therefore, I shall let the picture's caption to do the talking here.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs643.snc4/60309_10150091205899554_824649553_7213599_1772590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs643.snc4/60309_10150091205899554_824649553_7213599_1772590_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Makassar's airport!&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs699.snc4/61975_10150091206614554_824649553_7213620_439295_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs699.snc4/61975_10150091206614554_824649553_7213620_439295_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bet the management here really adores Digi's yellow man, see!! Even the workers here are wearing a full yellow suit. And they even have time to pose in front of my camera.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs707.snc4/62750_10150091208824554_824649553_7213656_7865485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs707.snc4/62750_10150091208824554_824649553_7213656_7865485_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to University Hasanuddin's auditorium for the first day.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs011.ash2/33926_10150091208944554_824649553_7213659_6058660_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs011.ash2/33926_10150091208944554_824649553_7213659_6058660_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then went to the University's Hall on the second day for the conference.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs639.snc4/59897_10150091209054554_824649553_7213661_8027855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs639.snc4/59897_10150091209054554_824649553_7213661_8027855_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful lake view in the middle of their University.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs022.snc4/33458_1557473890633_1048800807_31597723_1476834_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs022.snc4/33458_1557473890633_1048800807_31597723_1476834_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was elected to be the presidium of the day. The only presidium ever elected who couldn't speak Indonesian well.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs669.snc4/60897_10150091211484554_824649553_7213722_362578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs669.snc4/60897_10150091211484554_824649553_7213722_362578_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Event picture.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs330.ash2/61047_10150091211449554_824649553_7213721_5217203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs330.ash2/61047_10150091211449554_824649553_7213721_5217203_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, AMSA RAKERNAS INDONESIA 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will place in the details soon. More pictures in my facebook, don't hesitate to browse through them. Rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-6212778446801373795?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/6212778446801373795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=6212778446801373795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6212778446801373795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6212778446801373795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/09/amsa-makassar-2010.html' title='AMSA Makassar 2010'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3324580520360757119</id><published>2010-09-23T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:06:51.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><title type='text'>Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.is.bluefly.com/mgen/Bluefly/prodImage.ms?productCode=301117801&amp;amp;width=340&amp;amp;height=408"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 408px;" src="http://cdn.is.bluefly.com/mgen/Bluefly/prodImage.ms?productCode=301117801&amp;amp;width=340&amp;amp;height=408" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/st/star-by-julien-macdonald-black-halter-neck-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 216px;" src="http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/st/star-by-julien-macdonald-black-halter-neck-dress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love girls who wear this kinda shirt with gladiator heels. Somehow, I just love it. Anyways, just a piece of my mind sharing to the world. Take care~ Shall update my blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3324580520360757119?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3324580520360757119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3324580520360757119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3324580520360757119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3324580520360757119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/09/dresses.html' title='Dresses'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-6664466723561717272</id><published>2010-09-19T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T19:54:04.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hoteltravelvietnam.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/moon-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 363px;" src="http://www.hoteltravelvietnam.com/web/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/moon-cake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is posting their Mooncake festival celebration pictures around Facebook already. Well, good for you all. You all could take up lanterns, eat those nice looking mooncakes, and the best part is, to accompany the one you love. Well, appreciate those moments people, some people don't even get the chance to do all of this. I am one great example. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;. I am now studying overseas, don't say Mooncake festival, even small occasions like Dragonboat festival (&lt;span lang="zh"&gt;端午節), Winter Solstice Festival (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="zh"&gt;冬至), QingMing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="zh"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="zh"&gt;清明節), Chap Goh Meh (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="zh"&gt;元宵節)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="zh"&gt; etc etc ain't celebrated here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, my life here is practically boring, lifeless and sad. Trust me, life without mini festivals to accompany is torturous enough, not to forget being away from someone you love. Now, that's a pinching hell. :( Finally, I understand the pain of the Cowherd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;(牛郎), he could only see the Weaving Maiden (织女&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) once a year, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;, being far away from someone you love is really saddening. The feeling of missing, worrying and love sick.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Aikz&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, the great new for me now is, one month has pass, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOOHOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!! And as days goes by, I misses her more and more. Have been thinking of her all the time, and the most important part is, :) I am really eager to see her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;time could flush faster. :) FLUSH time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FLUSH&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="zh"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-6664466723561717272?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/6664466723561717272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=6664466723561717272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6664466723561717272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6664466723561717272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3378193848283484723</id><published>2010-09-18T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T16:14:05.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bandung Jakarta'/><title type='text'>Bandung Jakarta Day 6 &amp; 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs644.snc4/60396_496816434553_824649553_7055567_1590530_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs644.snc4/60396_496816434553_824649553_7055567_1590530_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello people. :)&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that Senayan City was the biggest shopping mall in Jakarta. Well, that someone must be seriously joking with me. I went there and saw nothing but Gucci, Louis Vuitton, etc etc... AGAIN!! But surely, it ain't as big as Plaza Indonesia and Grand Indonesia. Of course, since people recommended us to go there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak-kan&lt;/span&gt; we don't pay a visit there right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs324.ash2/60396_496816449553_824649553_7055569_1025328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs324.ash2/60396_496816449553_824649553_7055569_1025328_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a long time ever since 3 of us took picture together. Even though we are batchmates, but that doesn't seem to click us together good. Anyways, glad that we took a picture there, cause seriously, the last time we took picture together was exactly 3 years ago. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. That long. And yes, I now truly believe that guys especially friends shouldn't hit on the same girl together, because of this issue, 2 of my friends somehow turned against each other. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Love and it's power. Something you shouldn't underestimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs644.snc4/60396_496816439553_824649553_7055568_6368783_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs644.snc4/60396_496816439553_824649553_7055568_6368783_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Directory. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. The most important tool in any shopping mall.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs324.ash2/60396_496816454553_824649553_7055570_7906359_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs324.ash2/60396_496816454553_824649553_7055570_7906359_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decorations and more decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs324.ash2/60396_496816459553_824649553_7055571_894145_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs324.ash2/60396_496816459553_824649553_7055571_894145_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! There's a secret recipe there in Jakarta. Drools. Finally, some tasty cheese cakes from Malaysia. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know that Secret Recipe originates from Malaysia. :D&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, Happy belated One Malaysian day people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs664.snc4/60396_496816464553_824649553_7055572_1901417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs664.snc4/60396_496816464553_824649553_7055572_1901417_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my cake of the day. Blueberry cheese cake. Weird. I wanted raspberry cheese that day, but there isn't any on the shelf. :'( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, nothing beats a perfect cheese cake at all times. Cheese cake is always the best best dessert for me. Can't live without cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly,&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta doesn't really HAVE any tourism area. All I see is just shopping malls all around you. So, yes, there isn't much to say here. Shop till you drop &lt;s&gt;dead&lt;/s&gt; tired here. Too bad, if only my wallet is thicker, I would have got myself a whole white suit from Zara. If only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all for my trip. Bandung and Jakarta. I won't mind going Bandung again, but Jakarta,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I rather stay in KL, not much differences in both of these city. Plus, it's still best to stay in our own country. Everything is much easier and better. We are kinda scared that the people here might &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganyang&lt;/span&gt; us or slay us in the middle of the road. Sometimes, I just don't understand politics. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. It's time to save money. I use kinda a lot this month, starting from traveling, food and all. Okay. Time to devour some junky snacks! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3378193848283484723?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3378193848283484723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3378193848283484723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3378193848283484723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3378193848283484723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/09/bandung-jakarta-day-6-7.html' title='Bandung Jakarta Day 6 &amp; 7'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-8282184282295127595</id><published>2010-09-17T11:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:43:37.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bandung Jakarta'/><title type='text'>Bandung Jakarta Day 5</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;br /&gt;continuing my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jakarta we are talking about, so, the city will surely be a blast if compared with the places around Indonesia. At first, we thought that Jakarta would only be a normal place with some normal shopping malls. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. My eyeballs almost popped out when I saw the tall building there. The shopping malls here doesn't stay by one, they are actually connected to one another. 3-4 shopping malls combining into one, it's freaking huge I tell you. (FYI: the shopping mall here is something like time square).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61662_496808609553_824649553_7055402_6143688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61662_496808609553_824649553_7055402_6143688_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. A bloody Louis Vuitton center there.&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing about the shopping complexes here is, all of them surely consists of a Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Zara, Lacoste, Nike, Adidas, Puma, Crocs and etc etc... So overlapping. Imagine you going to shopping complex A to view for something new, but when you enter the mall, all you see is what you could get in the shopping complex B, which is just beside shopping complex A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs331.ash2/61132_496811734553_824649553_7055519_4850820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs331.ash2/61132_496811734553_824649553_7055519_4850820_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So beautiful~&lt;br /&gt;Outside of Plaza Indonesia.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs332.ash2/61235_496811299553_824649553_7055514_7655381_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs332.ash2/61235_496811299553_824649553_7055514_7655381_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grand Indonesia Shopping Mall's logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our first destination was the Grand Indonesia Shopping Mall.&lt;br /&gt;It's really grand indeed. I even got the world's most EXPENSIVE and TASTIEST Luwak Coffee here. If you don't know what is Luwak Coffee, take a gun and shoot yourself. Luwak Coffee is a type of coffee where a &lt;s&gt;weird&lt;/s&gt; type of cat will eat ONLY the best coffee bean in the world and excrete it out through it's anus. From there, the waste product will be blended and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOM&lt;/span&gt;, there you go... The world's BEST, EXPENSIVE and TASTIEST coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder how it taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs671.snc4/61132_496811739553_824649553_7055520_38772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs671.snc4/61132_496811739553_824649553_7055520_38772_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me trying to commit suicide in a pool of fountain.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs651.snc4/61132_496811764553_824649553_7055524_7248670_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs651.snc4/61132_496811764553_824649553_7055524_7248670_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A wishing pool full of weird looking mermaids.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs331.ash2/61132_496811744553_824649553_7055521_3021909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs331.ash2/61132_496811744553_824649553_7055521_3021909_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A naked man on the wishing pool.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs664.snc4/60396_496816429553_824649553_7055566_2488756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs664.snc4/60396_496816429553_824649553_7055566_2488756_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A naked bridge above the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Notice something?&lt;br /&gt;In Grand Indonesia shopping mall, they just love to use wishing wells, pools to decorate. It's like you walk here and there, all you see is water, pools, wishing wells, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;, it's just so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feng sui&lt;/span&gt;. However, it's a good thing to bring a camera there. At least you could snap picture with their decorative products. :) It's free and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs671.snc4/61132_496811769553_824649553_7055525_7855562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs671.snc4/61132_496811769553_824649553_7055525_7855562_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, my disgusting lunch of the day.&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody disgusting and yes. Kim Gary is way cheaper and tastier compared with this bloody bowl of cheese rice. You can hardly see rice in it, cause the portion is so bloody small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my 2nd day in Jakarta. Plaza Indonesia is roughly the same with Grand Indonesia. The shops and all. Khar Weoi was sick therefore we have to cut our trip short to bring him back to rest. However, we had Chillis for dinner and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;, who needs pictures for that. Chillis in Malaysia is like finding Char Keow Teoy store. Too common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gao tim&lt;/span&gt;. That's all for now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sayonara&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-8282184282295127595?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8282184282295127595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=8282184282295127595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8282184282295127595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8282184282295127595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/09/bandung-jakarta-day-5.html' title='Bandung Jakarta Day 5'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3266589624846545467</id><published>2010-09-16T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:28:30.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bandung Jakarta'/><title type='text'>Bandung Jakarta Day 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the late updates.&lt;br /&gt;I was dealing with some mood  swings yesterday. She is sick while I am here, incapable of doing  anything but to pray that she could get well soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. How I wish that I was the one  being sick instead of her. :(  I rather her being healthy while I  suffer. Anyways, hopefully God bless her to heal soon. I am really  worried. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tangkuban Perahu, one of the famous tourism spot in Bandung. It's famous not only due to it's great scenery and it's hot water bath, it's also one of the active volcanoes in Indonesia too. ACTIVE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuuuh&lt;/span&gt;. Who would ever want to miss such an attractive spot when you people come here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs424.snc4/46761_496799514553_824649553_7055242_3118744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs424.snc4/46761_496799514553_824649553_7055242_3118744_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, we took our breakfast early the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And after our breakfast, without wasting anymore time, we headed to the mountain straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs424.snc4/46761_496799524553_824649553_7055244_7314484_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs424.snc4/46761_496799524553_824649553_7055244_7314484_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taaaaadaaaa&lt;/span&gt;! Tangkuban Perahu. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was super misty on top, due to the rain and it's high altitude. Anyways, it wasn't as cold as compared with Mt.Bromo, another active volcano in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs204.ash2/46761_496799539553_824649553_7055246_8308766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs204.ash2/46761_496799539553_824649553_7055246_8308766_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Handy craft craft craft. :) The flowers here are really nice. Especially the Banzai here. Maybe the weather on top of the mountain is really good for it, somehow, it grows really really nice and healthy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61630_496806029553_824649553_7055339_4798414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61630_496806029553_824649553_7055339_4798414_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some Banzai and some I-dunno-what flower in the pot.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs335.ash2/61539_496806594553_824649553_7055343_6820992_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs335.ash2/61539_496806594553_824649553_7055343_6820992_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best picture of me with the mountain.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs335.ash2/61539_496806599553_824649553_7055344_838031_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs335.ash2/61539_496806599553_824649553_7055344_838031_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the best picture we 5 took on our trip. The best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs656.snc4/61662_496808559553_824649553_7055393_558338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs656.snc4/61662_496808559553_824649553_7055393_558338_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hiked quite quickly in the jungle that day as our tour guide was paid by the hour. Since Ylaine and friends couldn't catch up with me, I took some of my time to snap pictures with the trees on the way down the hot water pool. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say cheese&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs656.snc4/61662_496808564553_824649553_7055394_2788388_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs656.snc4/61662_496808564553_824649553_7055394_2788388_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs656.snc4/61662_496808569553_824649553_7055395_8106779_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs656.snc4/61662_496808569553_824649553_7055395_8106779_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smokes coming out almost everywhere around the hot water pool. One of the hot pool was actually 97 Celsius hot, due to that, many people actually took eggs here to boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs676.snc4/61662_496808574553_824649553_7055396_5091646_n.jpg%20"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs676.snc4/61662_496808574553_824649553_7055396_5091646_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least. Our leg soaking session!!&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to soak our legs in hot waters. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relaxing~&lt;/span&gt;&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs404.snc4/46761_496799494553_824649553_7055238_2085949_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs404.snc4/46761_496799494553_824649553_7055238_2085949_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oops&lt;/span&gt;. Someone candid me daydreaming about her.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs416.snc4/47919_438073342490_626687490_4987502_7131951_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs416.snc4/47919_438073342490_626687490_4987502_7131951_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Tony Roma for dinner that day!&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs424.snc4/46761_496799499553_824649553_7055239_7105522_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs424.snc4/46761_496799499553_824649553_7055239_7105522_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I had a full and satisfying dinner. Chicken Marinate Grill. Yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day,&lt;br /&gt;We woke up early to pack our bags as we are heading to Jakarta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61662_496808584553_824649553_7055398_7896790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61662_496808584553_824649553_7055398_7896790_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the train station!&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs676.snc4/61662_496808594553_824649553_7055400_6578359_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs676.snc4/61662_496808594553_824649553_7055400_6578359_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The train we are about to take.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61662_496808599553_824649553_7055401_1968618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61662_496808599553_824649553_7055401_1968618_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;toooo~ tooooo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go to Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bandung was a great place indeed, especially for all shopaholics. There ain't much tourism area here, but surely, if you are in Bandung, you shouldn't miss out Tangkuban Perahu. While for the shopaholics, the Factory Outlet will be the spot you people could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dine&lt;/span&gt; in. Anyways, I would only suggest people to go there for a 3 days 2 nights trip. 1 day for Tangkuban Perahu, and the other day for the Factory Outlets. After the 3rd day, get the hell out of Bandung already, or else, you will start to find this place SUPER boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I find this place really boring after staying there for 3 days. :S Maybe it's because I missed her too much?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3266589624846545467?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3266589624846545467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3266589624846545467&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3266589624846545467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3266589624846545467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/09/bandung-jakarta-day-3-4.html' title='Bandung Jakarta Day 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2683114102961508327</id><published>2010-09-14T12:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:22:34.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bandung Jakarta'/><title type='text'>Bandung Jakarta Day 2</title><content type='html'>After reaching Bandung, we placed our bags and stuff in a 3 star hotel. The name for the hotel is really grand and nice, Mutiara Hotel, but the condition inside is worst than what a pearl could supply. Overall, I could say that this hotel is cheap, but the condition inside is really bad, so do the facilities supplied as well. The room was so bloody dusty, I ended up sneezing so badly at night till I couldn't sleep in the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have a walk around Bandung city, and found this really really huge church in the city. Well, since this looks like a great architecture, I took my camera out, and asked Tenny to snap this picture straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs204.ash2/46761_496799509553_824649553_7055241_8128870_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs204.ash2/46761_496799509553_824649553_7055241_8128870_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked kinda plum huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then slowly took off to the Factory Outlet in Bandung. If you people didn't know, Factory Outlet is one of the must-go places in Bandung. Seriously, if you people are seeking for branded goods such as Lacoste, Paul Smith, Nike, Hugo Boss, etc... This is the right place for you people. The goods here are sold in the cheap cost as they were all rejected goods due to certain untold reasons, however, who really cares in the very end? It's still wearable, and it is a branded good. Why not getting ourselves one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs203.ash2/46638_438069117490_626687490_4987326_1478821_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs203.ash2/46638_438069117490_626687490_4987326_1478821_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs403.snc4/46638_438069132490_626687490_4987329_5504115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs403.snc4/46638_438069132490_626687490_4987329_5504115_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We shopped awhile, and headed to a German Sausage shop to have some drink. It's really really hard to find shops during puasa here. And seriously, it's even inconvenient to eat in public. Anyways, the German sausages here tasted okay, it's expensive so yes, I won't head there twice even if I have the chance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life, I actually walked 7 huge Factory Outlet in a day. My leg was in soaring pain but yet, I kept on walking as I am finding &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;her&lt;/span&gt; something. Well, let's just say the factory outlet trip was kinda satisfying, but still, I wasn't really happy as I couldn't get her the thing I promised her. Well, I eventually did fulfill my promise to her, but surely, Bandung wasn't the place which supplied me the opportunity to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the torturous walk around the Factory Outlet, we went to the nearest shopping mall to catch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;We got ourselves tickets to catch "Dogs and Cats 2" and seriously, I so wanna tear down the whole bloody theater throughout the movie thanks. It's lame, stupid, and seriously, DEAD BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs678.snc4/61882_438069687490_626687490_4987335_6712584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs678.snc4/61882_438069687490_626687490_4987335_6712584_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acting cool during the photo shoot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First day in Bandung was cool.&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;The second day was even cooler. Posting up first thing tomorrow. 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I was on a vacation last week. It was a last minute 8 days trip from Malang - Bandung - Jakarta - Malang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;the trip was really really tiring. We used the train to get our self to Bandung. The train trip was approximately 18 hours, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;, taking the train was a bad idea after all. Despite the lousy facilities and seats the train supplied, the bloody train is freaking dirty as well. The toilet only consists of a toilet bowl which directly tunneled to the railway track, no proper flushing system was provided, and the water system in the toilet was stucked that particular moment. So, practically, after a few use by the gentlemen in the train, the whole toilet was actually flooded with their urine. Imagine how smelly can the toilet be after 18 hours of ride. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Even a face mask couldn't resists the penetration of the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kill our 18 pathetic hours in the train, we did all sorts of idiotic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs303.ash2/58366_438068042490_626687490_4987293_5957851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs303.ash2/58366_438068042490_626687490_4987293_5957851_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me trying to act as a dead patient in the train. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epic fail&lt;/span&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs303.ash2/58366_438068037490_626687490_4987292_8236417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs303.ash2/58366_438068037490_626687490_4987292_8236417_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got super tired after a few match of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chor Dai Ti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;sitting the train itself has it's benefit as well. (1 benefit to be precise) You get to really see the morning scenery easier. Trust me, somehow, the landscape of the paddy field here is much more organized and beautiful. It makes a perfect great scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs303.ash2/58366_438068047490_626687490_4987294_3892482_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs303.ash2/58366_438068047490_626687490_4987294_3892482_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The green green paddy field. :D&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs626.snc4/58680_496795094553_824649553_7055175_474315_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs626.snc4/58680_496795094553_824649553_7055175_474315_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?! This is the landscape of the paddy field in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it gorgeous?" quote by the crocodile hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, practically, that's what we did for our first day trip. Kinda what the &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; right? Well, that's what you get when you decided to take a long long long long long long train trip to Bandung. You people better think twice next time, before taking the train. Trust me, it's a bad bad decision to actually take the train. You waste a day, you have to torture yourself by smelling peoples' urine and excretion, you got to sleep on a lousy seat and you got to eat their lousy yet expensive dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the train experience for me was a nightmare. Lesson learnt, no more train for Mr.Emo here, unless Emily wants it. Or else, a big NO for trains now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for Day 2 tomorrow! Cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5452322249363970291?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5452322249363970291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5452322249363970291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5452322249363970291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5452322249363970291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/09/bandung-jakarta-day-1.html' title='Bandung Jakarta Day 1'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-682230337644056374</id><published>2010-09-03T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:04:24.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Piano Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/n/nj/njymix/285846_playing_the_piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/n/nj/njymix/285846_playing_the_piano.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love playing the piano, especially for someone special. Learning the organ and the piano since the age of 5 gives me the ability to play lots and lots of songs. And one thing I am proud of is my ability to play piano covers without the scores. All I need is a piano and my pair of ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;I never once really favour classical songs. Maybe a few did caught my attention every now and then. But somehow, I don't really like playing them, even I myself don't really understand why either. Anyways, my current all time favourite classical song is Canon in C. In fact, I have this wild dream ever since I hear this song. Don't laugh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I always wanted to play the 4-handed Canon in C with the girl I love. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Luckily, Emily is capable to play the piano, or else, my dream will always remain dreamy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/1317691190_549393cefc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 430px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/1317691190_549393cefc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urrgghh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will surely get one of this Grand Piano one day. :)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play the girl I love nice music everyday. As I know, &lt;s&gt;she&lt;/s&gt; Emily is my 知音.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-682230337644056374?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/682230337644056374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=682230337644056374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/682230337644056374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/682230337644056374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/09/piano-dream.html' title='The Piano Dream'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/1317691190_549393cefc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-4217073596715584935</id><published>2010-09-02T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:47:33.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Silent?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mbc/lowres/mbcn1684l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mbc/lowres/mbcn1684l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I just don't really understand humans.&lt;br /&gt;We created handphone for a purpose, which is to contact a person at anytime any place, and thank God, for our best conveniences. Apparently, when something good is given to a person, if they misuse them, even something good will turn up bad eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lectures,&lt;br /&gt;I bet you people experience cases like, phone buzzing around during the lesson, and the lecturer and everyone have to pause down for a moment to see who is that glamorous student who somehow FORGOTTEN (self-claimed) to silent his/her phone. Well, if this occurs once in a blue moon, then we could just forgive them and remove him/she out of the Silent-Your-Bloody-Phone list, but nope, these attention seekers somehow find phone ringing during lectures kinda eye catchy. They just keep doing it over and over again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. But I really do hope he/she knows, instead of attention we are giving them, we are actually cursing them in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just find phone ringing during lectures are typically annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, if it's just some short buzz ringing, it's still fine. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;, they just have to put some rocky annoying music as their ringtone?! And thanks to them, they grabbed my attention away when I was so in the mood during lectures. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. At the very end, I got fed up with the lecture, and I kinda took my handphone out to play Chinese Chess instead. O well, life just goes on no matter how unsatisfied you are with it, not that I am unsatisfied with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really satisfied with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I looked at the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TH9gIQzDolI/AAAAAAAAClo/B_aoDFVUWAQ/s1600/20082010085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TH9gIQzDolI/AAAAAAAAClo/B_aoDFVUWAQ/s400/20082010085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512230163989111378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life will never be the same anymore with you around me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard things may get, I will try my very best to row myself through the hard wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For you, everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;With you, everything has it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Having you, everything has it's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Being with you, I will move on each tomorrow till I get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late update. Never ending lectures IS a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-4217073596715584935?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/4217073596715584935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=4217073596715584935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4217073596715584935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4217073596715584935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/09/silent.html' title='Silent?!'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TH9gIQzDolI/AAAAAAAAClo/B_aoDFVUWAQ/s72-c/20082010085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-8267162622976367533</id><published>2010-08-25T11:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:02:06.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://techdev.cc.depaul.edu/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/time-flies.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 775px; height: 589px;" src="http://techdev.cc.depaul.edu/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/time-flies.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Time time.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hope you move faster.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hope you move slower. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever I want from you, you always neglected my will, and give me the opposite instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this time I will get what I want from you.&lt;br /&gt;I want the time to slip through me faster. (You may however slip the time slower once I get back to Malaysia. : ) Because I want to be with her longer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craps. I think my mother is reading my blog too. Should I change my writing habits?? I don't want her to think that I am diverting off my studies due to the missing and loving thing. Anyways, if mummy, you are reading this. I am studying like always, and don't be worry about me okay? I have and must study harder this time. I need to go back earlier! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... If you are reading this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;... I just want to remind you to take good care of yourself and study hard as well okay? Together let's make our self a better future. Miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-8267162622976367533?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8267162622976367533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=8267162622976367533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8267162622976367533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8267162622976367533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-9054552321278386463</id><published>2010-08-23T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:10:56.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Study Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs48/f/2009/205/e/b/Study_Hard__by_NgHicHaN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 838px; height: 626px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs48/f/2009/205/e/b/Study_Hard__by_NgHicHaN.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will, I need, I must study hard for this semester!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a good result so that I could go back and be there for her earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emily Choo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to say, I love you always!!&lt;br /&gt;And I will always remember my promise to you. I shall fulfill all of them, don't worry. Just have some faith on me k girl! :) Love ya!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-9054552321278386463?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/9054552321278386463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=9054552321278386463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/9054552321278386463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/9054552321278386463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/study-hard.html' title='Study Hard'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-1087361467871435919</id><published>2010-08-18T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:34:50.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://transfairusa.org/ftm2009/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/banana-split-har-dee-har.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 551px;" src="http://transfairusa.org/ftm2009/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/banana-split-har-dee-har.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people claims that Mr.Bay here is a banana, as he speaks English more often and better if compared with his rotten yet disgusting Chinese. Correction for those who thinks I am a banana. I speak both English and Chinese, and I can also write them out too. No matter how bad my Chinese might sound like, I am still proud being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; campur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love English, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Chinese is awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;But I sounded weird with the slang I added on in my Chinese. Emily claims that my Chinese sounds wrong all the time. Maybe it's because I speak English too often, and the slang somehow mingled up with my Chinese. But still, for her, I don't mind trying out my very best to speak with her in Chinese. It's just give me a feeling that I am closer to her. Until now, I love it whenever she corrects my Chinese. :) I really love it when she does that, because it doesn't only shows that she is paying attention to what I am talking about, it also shows her concern on my language as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is so blue today.&lt;br /&gt;Bet that you are happy now as your exams are over. :) Enjoy girl. Love ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-1087361467871435919?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1087361467871435919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=1087361467871435919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1087361467871435919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1087361467871435919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/banana.html' title='Banana'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5070217171610942432</id><published>2010-08-17T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:40:51.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Departure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bengaluruairport.com/bial_docs/images/graphics/Dep_Departure_Process.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 386px;" src="http://www.bengaluruairport.com/bial_docs/images/graphics/Dep_Departure_Process.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ting Yu left Malaysia this morning. Flying to some airport which I couldn't recall the name. Before he got into the plane, he text me a sms. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. I hate departures.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of something important is missing. (Well, I don't think Ting Yu is much more important compared with the girl I &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; love and my family, but 17 years of friendship do mean something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this past one month, I really must thank Ting Yu, without him accompanying me for breakfast, lunch and all, I think I will be dead by now. Yes, bored to death. Nevertheless, he did bring me lots of laughter, all thanks to his issues and stuff, which I will not share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I hate movies that show anything regarding departures. The actors seem so calm and happy to leave their country. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Well, departures ain't that happy as it seems. The heart somehow just squeezed itself into tiny pieces and it secretes a type of sour yet bitter feeling into your body. I don't really know how to describe the feeling of it, but damn, I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday I am going to leave Malaysia again. 3 more years of studying. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuuuuuuuh&lt;/span&gt;. The figure 3 looks kinda small but yet, when you convert the years into days, somehow, the numbers just gets bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted studying overseas, it's because of this, I then got the chance to know her. And now, I want her as I really really really &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey girl,&lt;br /&gt;I might not be by your side when you need me but, I just want to tell you, my voice, my heart, and my mind is always just right beside you. All those things I promise you, I will fulfill them. I swear. You know why I will fulfill them for you?? Because a girl like you is impossible to find, and yes, I don't want to miss any chance to be by your side. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sha Gua loves you forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5070217171610942432?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5070217171610942432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5070217171610942432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5070217171610942432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5070217171610942432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/departure.html' title='Departure'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5091589561719118536</id><published>2010-08-13T15:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:22:58.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://keturahweathers.theworldrace.org/blogphotos/theworldrace/keturahweathers/love5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 786px; height: 524px;" src="http://keturahweathers.theworldrace.org/blogphotos/theworldrace/keturahweathers/love5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realized that love isn't as simple as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Some people claims that love is exactly like math. 1+1=2&lt;br /&gt;Some people claims that loving someone is something really easy.&lt;br /&gt;Some people claims that as long as you give people enough love and care, they will eventually love you back.&lt;br /&gt;Some people wants love badly. (I am one of them)&lt;br /&gt;Some people wants somebody to be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;Some people hopes that their love one will always be their only one.&lt;br /&gt;Some people could give their love one the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;Some people could give their love one an unstoppable comforting night.&lt;br /&gt;Some people could take away their love one's silent night.&lt;br /&gt;Some people will be their love one's romeo.&lt;br /&gt;Some people will do anything just to get the heart of their love one. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that love is something special, something worth having at a certain time in our life.&lt;br /&gt;I always think that, if you show a girl your true heart, they will eventually give their heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;I always think that the right girl is all about fate and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;I always think that love could change someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days go by, I find myself getting more locked up into the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I like her too much, until the extend that I will do so many things for her. Things that seriously a guy shouldn't do for a girl when the girl isn't anyone to you.&lt;br /&gt;My friends claim that I am a sicko. Some even claimed that I am stupid. They say that I do too much for a girl that haven't or maybe even might not be my girlfriend next time. But yet, I believe, I believe that as long as I am sincere, I bring my heart out, I show her the true me, she could one fine day accept me, or maybe even love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I really hope that she could at least show me that I am someone important to her. But as time ticks off each and every days, my hopes are still hopes. Nothing changed. I am still me, and she is still herself.&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard for a girl to like someone?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I the source of the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hold my faith wide up high. Please, if you are reading this, show me that what I am doing now does means a lot to you. Please don't leave me hanging up in the air alone. I hate this feeling. I feel so unimportant in your life. Please, make me believe that true love exists in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5091589561719118536?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5091589561719118536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5091589561719118536&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5091589561719118536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5091589561719118536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3954146025617039256</id><published>2010-08-13T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:07:00.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Who's The Boss Now?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs287.snc4/40691_482348824553_824649553_6705652_41785_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs287.snc4/40691_482348824553_824649553_6705652_41785_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw this new can of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I took a can, paid RM2 for it, took a picture with it, tasted a sip, and...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;puking&lt;/span&gt; it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drink is filled with sugar, it's too milky, way too milky than a latte should be. However, the aroma is really good. Conclusion, the aroma is good, but the taste is really bad. I give let's see... 4 stars out of 10. Don't really favour this coffee, and with the price of RM2?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. It's kinda overrated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3954146025617039256?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3954146025617039256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3954146025617039256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3954146025617039256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3954146025617039256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/whos-boss-now.html' title='Who&apos;s The Boss Now?!'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3445098432477954013</id><published>2010-08-12T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:10:22.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Accept? Fail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://keturahweathers.theworldrace.org/blogphotos/theworldrace/keturahweathers/love1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 470px;" src="http://keturahweathers.theworldrace.org/blogphotos/theworldrace/keturahweathers/love1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly before I start my post, I want to thank all the people who commented, viewed, nanged my post, and even those who supported me. Really thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;this post isn't about a post of whether I succeeded or failed. However, if you people still want the specific answer regarding my attempt, I could say I failed already.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I respect her decision deeply, and of course, if you people think that she doesn't accept me is because she doesn't like me, well, you people are wrong. This rejection is mainly due to one big problem (which I will not announce here) that doesn't allowed her to be with me now. Anyways, this post is just to update everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I might fail this time, but I believe, one fine day, she will accept me. I will continue treating her my very best, and I will ensure her to be happy always. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe one fine day, Emily Choo, I will be the one holding your hands, walking you through this beautiful life. For now, do what you need to do first, but most importantly, stay happy always, and also, take good care of yourself. Remember what you promise me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3445098432477954013?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3445098432477954013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3445098432477954013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3445098432477954013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3445098432477954013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/accept-fail.html' title='Accept? Fail?'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2354227841110844356</id><published>2010-08-11T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:53:04.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Pairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs133.ash2/40000_481475314553_824649553_6684278_1660831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs133.ash2/40000_481475314553_824649553_6684278_1660831_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might be a mango sago ice cream dessert.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs303.snc4/40490_481475139553_824649553_6684276_953975_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs303.snc4/40490_481475139553_824649553_6684276_953975_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I might just be a honeydew sago ice cream dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs003.snc4/33527_481475639553_824649553_6684298_2676558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs003.snc4/33527_481475639553_824649553_6684298_2676558_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We might be from 2 different type of world.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I just want to be with you. Because when we are together, we matched up just perfectly fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;Just like 2 magnets with 2 different altitude meeting each other. They will just stick together no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;So will we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, are you willing to be my first girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I know the road ahead won't be easy for the both of us, but I believe with your support, my love, and God's guidance, nothing could ever stop us from getting together.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2354227841110844356?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2354227841110844356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2354227841110844356&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2354227841110844356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2354227841110844356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/pairs.html' title='Pairs'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3322353618960786264</id><published>2010-08-08T12:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:00:09.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Flickering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TF4wE9qnNPI/AAAAAAAAClQ/wRsWaVjyCew/s1600/candle_flickering.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TF4wE9qnNPI/AAAAAAAAClQ/wRsWaVjyCew/s400/candle_flickering.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502888656524227826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi people.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that humans get distracted easily with small moving items around them?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that humans find certain moving items attractive to stare for a couple of minutes even though it is just a candle flickering there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I find candle's light attractive. Especially when it flickers. The funny part is when you look at it, and it just glows so bright as it slowly flickers. It somehow helps me reminisce about things easier. Just recently, when I was celebrating Shu Wei's birthday (Happy birthday girl!), I was somehow distracted throughout the party by the candle on the table. I got pulled back thinking of the day I know her, the girl I currently like. Those days are ever clearer when I went home flipping through my msn chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny how fate takes it's turn. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything started on the 5th of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small piano video of mine caught her attention. My drawing also caught her attention as well. I requested her to add me in msn as I am really lazy to add people in my msn list. Anyhow, the story begins with a little embarrassment and awkwardness. We were just friends back then, talking about small patty stuff. When she is sick and all, I crack those cold and lame jokes just to entertain her. I tease her, tell her jokes, and seriously, I have no problem communicating with her. Maybe it's because I haven't fall for her back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days goes by, I finally came back to Malaysia. I never dare to call her up because I am afraid that she won't want to come out with a stranger. And then, as I mentioned in my previous post, my internet was and still is dead, therefore, I couldn't really go online back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you before, fate has it's very own unique way turning things around. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the nearest cafe with my brother that day, and I opened up my facebook. I actually got a facebook mail from her, a mail that changes everything. It is mainly to ask me when I am free and all. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;, I realized then, this girl is what I really am seeking for this whole time. Slowly, I started calling her up and somehow, I started to actually fall for her, even though I never really tell her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TF40YTmD80I/AAAAAAAAClY/4krYHNL-AKQ/s1600/falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TF40YTmD80I/AAAAAAAAClY/4krYHNL-AKQ/s400/falling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502893386874745666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confession is a pain in the ass at times. Trust me. My life turns into a night of sorrow and pain when I confessed to her one night. She told me that she wants to ask and tell me things, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;, I was as if tossed into a pit of hellfire. The waiting part was really a pinch as we didn't dare to confront each other on the phone that particular night. I was scared I will get a big fat rejection that night. I was shivering badly. My mood turns so bloody emo, until my own mother couldn't even recognize me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, that night wasn't as bad as I thought. She never accept my confession but yet, look at me, I am still going for her no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;My story went to the next chapter after that. The part to continue impressing her and to show her I am really a guy she wouldn't want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we just couldn't questione fate. When it comes, it comes. If it wasn't me finding her in msn, I would have not know her. If I didn't check my facebook mail that day, I wouldn't know anything. If she didn't came out that day to meet me, I wouldn't have know her better and all. Everything started with fate, and seriously, I never regret falling for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always claims that I think a lot.&lt;br /&gt;But who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TF41-HI8cmI/AAAAAAAAClg/p76vG1qUt6A/s1600/iheartyouhi5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TF41-HI8cmI/AAAAAAAAClg/p76vG1qUt6A/s400/iheartyouhi5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502895135878050402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is her we are talking about. And a girl as good and nice like her, she is someone I have been searching for years and years. Of course I will think a lot about it as I don't want to lose her. I really don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I will be leaving her soon due to my studies. Seriously, I have nothing to worry here beside her and her only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She seldom sleeps and I am worried of her health.&lt;br /&gt;She is an emotional person just like me too, and I really hope she could smile often instead of being emo.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like me bugging around her studies, but all I hope is that she could get a good result so that she could pursue her dreams one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;She loves snowflakes, hazelnut chocolates, Baskin Robin's green tea ice cream, cheese cake and durians. I really hope I could get her those everyday.&lt;br /&gt;She seldom smiles. But when she do, she mesmerizes me badly. Her smile just kills my sorrow away. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.&lt;br /&gt;Told you she is extraordinary. :) That's why I don't want to lose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Wait&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A candle just flickered. Time to stare at it and think again. Bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3322353618960786264?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3322353618960786264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3322353618960786264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3322353618960786264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3322353618960786264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/flickering.html' title='Flickering'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TF4wE9qnNPI/AAAAAAAAClQ/wRsWaVjyCew/s72-c/candle_flickering.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-6822525647671116304</id><published>2010-08-07T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:47:34.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>Nokia e72</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs269.snc4/39779_479523739553_824649553_6627502_3956199_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs269.snc4/39779_479523739553_824649553_6627502_3956199_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got my Nokia E72 white edition for a month already. I find it quite good, despite there are still some flaws in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down part is taken from another blog, so credits goes to this &lt;a href="http://chittyserv.wordpress.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. However, I don't really agreed on all the advantages and disadvantages he stated, therefore, I only choose those I agreed on. If you people want more information on the phone, this blog is a great blog to visit. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advantages:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Battery Lifetime : i will write on how to get the most out of the  battery in my post, here i would tell you that it can last approximately  3~4 days on heavy usage which includes GPS, Wifi, Little Music,  Moderate calling, Heavy texting. For those who use the e72 as a  organizer with moderate texting and low calling you will get up to 5  days approximately.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2) QWERTY keyboard is very easy to adapt to, I’m new to the QWERTY  keyboard phones yet i mastered using it in 2 days or so. I have big  thumbs and it is still easy to text with it.  When you type too fast a  letter may go missing which may be cause by the firmware or it is  suppose to be like this. Overall has a very good mini QWERTY keyboard.  You might want to think about this feature if you do blogging via your  phone. It is much easier than using a touch screen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3) Call Quality is superb without using the loudspeaker. The loud  speaker is crab will let u know in its disadvantages. When you are  talking the phone doesn’t heats up fast and the call quality is very  clear and crispy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disadvantages:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Optical Track Pad is crab with any sensitivity it still sucks because  this is mainly used for web browsing and auto focusing the camera. In  web browsing it is acceptable but when using it for auto focusing it is  the worst idea anyone could come up with. T-Focus in E71 was a much  better idea. Under sunlight it is very hard to auto focus and sometimes  it focuses by itself because of the light emitted to it. Somehow it  focuses by itself before you even touch the track pad (it doesn’t  focuses till the green rims). Hope T-Focus would be implemented in later  firmwares.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2) Loud speaker is crab, better listen to music with your headsets  (luckily it came with 3.5MM port). Even during a call you try to use  your loudspeaker, you can hardly hear the other side. Its really that  bad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3) Camera quality is not good, but acceptable. Sometimes the  foreground is too dark and the background is too bright, the flash  doesn’t help much. The picture quality are most of the time distorted  indoors with artificial light. But the outdoor pictures look good and  the colors are nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, you just can't expect all the good things a phone can have in one phone. Obviously not today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-6822525647671116304?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/6822525647671116304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=6822525647671116304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6822525647671116304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6822525647671116304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/nokia-e72.html' title='Nokia e72'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2751254278195702439</id><published>2010-08-04T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:22:25.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Paul the Octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Who say Malaysia doesn't have octo-predictors??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs111.ash2/38904_478137284553_824649553_6595881_2663147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs111.ash2/38904_478137284553_824649553_6595881_2663147_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just don't really know how to use them only, that's all! : )&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by the way, Ting Yu is eating it, I don't eat octopus&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I still hate Paul!! His predictions made my heart scatter into pieces! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HMPHZ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2751254278195702439?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2751254278195702439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2751254278195702439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2751254278195702439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2751254278195702439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/paul-octopus.html' title='Paul the Octopus'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-1878560457588370063</id><published>2010-08-03T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:54:39.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Resident Evil 4 - Afterlife</title><content type='html'>Love watching how human pawn zombies?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Left 4 dead!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love watching gruesome movies? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love playing the game Resident Evil? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't play it before&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Love watching Milla Jovocich? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not really&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Love watching blood splattering around the whole screen? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not something bad to watch after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love watching how the world will end?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If the world have to end like this, I rather just take a gun now and end my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt; won't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;wanna miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/residentevil_4_poster1-535x792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 792px;" src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/residentevil_4_poster1-535x792.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If I am planning to watch this movie, it is mainly because I watched the previous episodes of this and I just feel that it is a waste if I didn't follow up the rest of the episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really play this game before, and seriously, regarding the storyline, I really find it getting weirder and weirder. Take Extinction for instant (if you haven't watch it, and you are planning to watch Resident Evil Afterlife, take a gun now and end your life), they show the audience that most populations are dead already, but look at Afterlife's trailer. There are still humans in it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really have high hopes on this movie. So, let's all hope for the best in this.&lt;br /&gt;3D? Come on. This kinda movie in 3D? The director might as well just take a knife and point it to my wallet for ransom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is the trailer for the movie if you people haven't take a peek on it. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9dc5iiT0f1s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9dc5iiT0f1s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily Choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! If you are reading this! Stay happy always k?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Miss you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-1878560457588370063?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1878560457588370063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=1878560457588370063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1878560457588370063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1878560457588370063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/resident-evil-4-afterlife.html' title='Resident Evil 4 - Afterlife'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2949740559744514460</id><published>2010-08-02T11:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:28:28.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>If I Let You Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs052.ash2/35943_477174204553_824649553_6570790_2846844_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs052.ash2/35943_477174204553_824649553_6570790_2846844_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Days passed by us so fast, as I took my eyes off my laptop for a while, when I looked back, I only realized I have 19 days left before I bring my lazy ass back to Indonesia. It was never hard to leave Malaysia at times, especially when you are just leaving your family members. Studying there is like an insurance for them so that the future me could take care of them and myself. Nevertheless, studying now for a better future also contributes me to take care of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;future &lt;/span&gt;family as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, when I was flipping back at those pictures I took, I saw the picture I took with her, and all of the sudden, one drop of shiny tear fall off right down to my cheek. I rub it off immediately as I was scared that my mother would see it, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;, I don't want her buzzing around my issues. Anyways, to cut it short, I tear out because I liked her so much, I hope that I could be there for her whenever she needed me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want to buy her snowflakes whenever she wants it.&lt;br /&gt;-I want to cook her food whenever she wants it.&lt;br /&gt;-I want to bring her to Baskin Robin whenever she feels like eating those green tea icy cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that will never happen for the next four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't committed ourselves into a relationship yet. She got her reasons, which I will always respect. Nevertheless, I am just scared by the time I get back home, some random dude will actually be holding her hand, instead of me doing so. She is a great girl, despite the fact that she always claims to me that she isn't. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Silly girl. :) And to be honest, to find a girl which you can communicate with is really hard. It's not like every girls in the world can really talk to Bay. I am either too complicated or annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up on her, unless she finds a better guy. But I am really sad, as 19 days later, I won't be able to see her coming for tuition every Wednesday. I won't be able to do things we did previously.&lt;br /&gt;And now, all I want to say is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really like you, Emily Choo Shuet Yee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really really do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song below is one of my all time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;The song kinda pops into my mind, so yes, I want to dedicate this song to her. Maybe after she reads the lyrics, she could understand why leaving her is something so hard for me to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;19 days more to do something for her. :)&lt;br /&gt;I want her smiling when I am getting myself back to Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to fill her mind.&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully one fine day, I could be the one telling her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay happy always Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are happy, everything is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for the emo-ist post. This IS a emo blog, so most of the content should be emotional. Buhbye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs218.snc4/39249_477173054553_824649553_6570780_906905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 718px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs218.snc4/39249_477173054553_824649553_6570780_906905_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shane:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day&lt;br /&gt;Time passed away&lt;br /&gt;And I just  can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows, I hide it inside&lt;br /&gt;I keep  on searching but I can't find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Mark:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courage to  show to letting you know&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so much love before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[All  (Shane lead):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again I'm thinking about&lt;br /&gt;Taking the  easy way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[All:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I let you go I will never  know&lt;br /&gt;What my life would be holding you close to me&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever  see you smiling back at me? (&lt;i&gt;[Shane:]&lt;/i&gt; oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;How will I  know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shane:]&lt;/i&gt; if I let you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bryan:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night  after night I hear myself say&lt;br /&gt;Why can't this feeling just fade away&lt;br /&gt;There's no one like you (no one like you)&lt;br /&gt;You speak to my heart  (speak to my heart)&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame we're worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shane:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  too shy to ask, I'm too proud to lose&lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later I gotta  choose&lt;br /&gt;And once again I'm thinking about&lt;br /&gt;Taking the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[All:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I let you go I will never know&lt;br /&gt;What  my life would be, holding you close to me&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see you  smiling back at me? (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;How will I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shane:]&lt;/i&gt; if I  let you go ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shane:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I let you go ooooh baby&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bryan:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm thinking about&lt;br /&gt;Taking the  easy way out&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[All:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I let  you go I will never know&lt;br /&gt;What my life would be, holding you close to  me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;[Mark:]&lt;/i&gt; close to me)&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see you smiling back  at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;[Shane:]&lt;/i&gt; oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;How will I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;[Bryan:]&lt;/i&gt;  if I let you go?)&lt;br /&gt;But if I let you go I will never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;[Mark:]&lt;/i&gt;  oh baby)&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see you smiling back at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;[Shane:]&lt;/i&gt;  oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;How will I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shane:]&lt;/i&gt; if I let you go ? &lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2949740559744514460?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2949740559744514460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2949740559744514460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2949740559744514460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2949740559744514460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-i-let-you-go.html' title='If I Let You Go'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-6624296139916873645</id><published>2010-07-28T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T13:41:25.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sorcerer's Apprentice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs240.snc4/39327_475115314553_824649553_6511621_742674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 669px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs240.snc4/39327_475115314553_824649553_6511621_742674_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, overall, the movie was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I shall rate it 5/10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the movie is like Dragon Ball. The storyline is kinda expected, and it's really funny at the end. Like all Dragon Ball's ending, the main actor will go full force KAMEHAMEHA!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blah&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, if you are seeking for movies with good effects, this movie is quite nice, especially when the part they morph their cars into sport cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;It's still a watchable movie, and I believe it is still nice if you watch it with someone special. Too bad, she couldn't be there to watch this movie with me. She claims to be a non-movie freak. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I still remember she telling me that she eats the popcorn only when she is the theater. I miss her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, there are some parts in the movie which is really romantic. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda hope that she could be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Republic - Secret. The theme song of this movie.&lt;br /&gt;Time to store it in my favourite music list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sign off. :) Short update only. Weeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-6624296139916873645?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/6624296139916873645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=6624296139916873645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6624296139916873645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6624296139916873645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorcerers-apprentice.html' title='The Sorcerer&apos;s Apprentice'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-6498709884972627015</id><published>2010-07-25T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:03:02.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Sprained Neck</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. I sprained my neck.. T.T&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-6498709884972627015?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/6498709884972627015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=6498709884972627015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6498709884972627015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6498709884972627015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/07/sprained-neck.html' title='Sprained Neck'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-4282482816830568691</id><published>2010-07-24T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T12:45:00.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Delayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs179.snc4/38284_473373549553_824649553_6460051_7835233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs179.snc4/38284_473373549553_824649553_6460051_7835233_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realized that my blog is kinda deserted ever since I came back to Malaysia.  I really am sorry about that. Firstly, internet has been a problem for me as I need to get my ass out to Ting Yu's house or maybe the nearest cafe just to use their internet facility. And secondly, I am also busy smsing her, calling her at times to times. So pardon me for not updating my blog often k? If you guys don't like to check my blog often to seek for updates, you all may just try adding me in Facebook, Innit or maybe Twitter. When there is an update here, a notification will be posted there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read Nuffnang's latest post regarding the Social Media kinda crap by Tun Mahatir and all. It's kinda interesting when you see famous faces around Malaysia trying to give a talk to bloggers and non-bloggers in Malaysia. However, for the payment, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH&lt;/span&gt;. It's sufficient to slay a student's wallet for sure. RM120 just for a seat is kinda expensive for a student, and trust me, the so called privilege system as introduction rewards are even stupider than it looks. Introducing 5 innocent souls into talk like this just to earn a free entry pass, and 10 innocent souls for a VIP seat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Do the math! Not to say that it's not a good catch, but is it worth the effort to seek 5 or 10 innocent souls around just for a free pass for yourself? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to drop dead in hell.&lt;br /&gt;This is just my point of view. Don't shoot me down just because I am typing something freely in a free country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;28 more days and I am leaving Malaysia again.&lt;br /&gt;The saddest part is to leave my family for 4 months time.. AGAIN.. and now.. another even sadder part is to leave her for 4 months time.. She told me that my previous 4 months without her in my life has no effect to me. Yes. I agree. 4 months ago, I didn't even fall for her, but now, after I fall for her, everything changed. :'( Now, the coming 4 months will be a struggle for me. Because, I like her, and I want to see her and be there for her whenever she needs me, which obviously, I can't. Too far. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this God's test? Hopefully no subjective included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-4282482816830568691?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/4282482816830568691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=4282482816830568691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4282482816830568691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4282482816830568691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/07/delayed.html' title='Delayed'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-692536296411023651</id><published>2010-07-21T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:42:06.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TEayIwwicGI/AAAAAAAAClI/E5yV36BhW2A/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TEayIwwicGI/AAAAAAAAClI/E5yV36BhW2A/s400/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496276258849452130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Kracker - Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You´re better then the best&lt;br /&gt;I´m lucky just to linger in your life&lt;br /&gt;Cooler then the flip side of my pillow that´s right&lt;br /&gt;Completely unaware&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to where you send me&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know that it´s ok yeah it´s ok&lt;br /&gt;And the moments when my good times start to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed&lt;br /&gt;Sing like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head&lt;br /&gt;Spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold&lt;br /&gt;Buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you´re gone&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you come along&lt;br /&gt;Just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack and just like that&lt;br /&gt;You steal away the rain and just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of&lt;br /&gt;bed sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold&lt;br /&gt;buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t know how I lived without you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everytime that I get around you&lt;br /&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold&lt;br /&gt;buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed&lt;br /&gt;sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head&lt;br /&gt;spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold&lt;br /&gt;buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you make me smile    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O yea..&lt;br /&gt;She just makes me smile every now and then. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-692536296411023651?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/692536296411023651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=692536296411023651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/692536296411023651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/692536296411023651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/07/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TEayIwwicGI/AAAAAAAAClI/E5yV36BhW2A/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-1739254801240309105</id><published>2010-07-17T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:02:41.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs046.snc4/34687_470276359553_824649553_6383088_4563302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 368px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs046.snc4/34687_470276359553_824649553_6383088_4563302_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went for a drive on the highway yesterday. To find Wendy and Elaine, and also to throw some thoughts out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling when I got onto the highway. Which makes me even emo-er than I already am. Funny, each and every time when I am sad, the sky will surely rain, and the rain just gets heavier and heavier as my emotions swing across my emotional side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never once got myself so committed to someone. Usually, I will play the safe card on my hand, but this time, I fell into a hole so deep, I am afraid I might not be able to climb back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really want to know why God gave us feelings? If I don't have those, I won't be emo now. I want her, but yet, I don't know whether I am good enough for her or not. Sometimes, I even hurt her unintentionally, and when I get to know about it, my heart scattered into pieces. Maybe it is true, it's fated, I am best left alone on the side. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am demanding.&lt;br /&gt;I want her attention so badly at times, I want to be around her if she could, but I always forget to ask myself, whether am I worth it for her, or maybe what makes me so special to her that she is suppose to do all these for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what I am thinking now. All I know is, yesterday, my very first relationship issue got  me tearing out for the first time. The feeling of sorrow came swarming into me yesterday during my drive to find Wendy and Elaine, and to be honest, that feeling sucks badly. It's suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;I never once regretted knowing her. And seriously, I never even regretted liking her in the first place too. But sometimes, when you do something, all you wish there is something in return. In this case, all I want is her to like me back. Am I just being selfish? Or I am just another random guy who is asking too much from a girl. I am clueless. I want her, but, I don't know who am I to her. This feeling, is something I never felt before, and I finally realize, love is really a complicating issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;People tell me to give the girl some time, but how long could I give her? I am going back to Indonesia already, and I won't be able to be here for her when she needs me. Each and everyday, the countdown gave me a chill. I am just so scared to lose her one day. But one thing that makes me even sad is to see her holding some other guys hand when I come back, and the hand isn't mine. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;Why did You made relationship such a hard thing to understand. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I am around her, I felt happy, because I can be with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I talk to her, I felt relief, because I know she is safe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I sms with her, I felt comfort, because she replied, and it shows that she cares.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I msn with her, I felt secured, because I know she is there for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same way like I do?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Or am I just another random guy to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.:. Life = Love + Health + Money + Dreams .:.&lt;br /&gt;I am lifeless now, as partial of my love are now with you, and you ain't here for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-1739254801240309105?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1739254801240309105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=1739254801240309105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1739254801240309105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1739254801240309105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/07/highway.html' title='Highway'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5156668919444693296</id><published>2010-07-14T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:14:35.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Brains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs038.ash2/35263_469030124553_824649553_6356942_351527_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 624px; height: 421px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs038.ash2/35263_469030124553_824649553_6356942_351527_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs017.snc4/34235_469030194553_824649553_6356950_133821_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs017.snc4/34235_469030194553_824649553_6356950_133821_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Same species... but yet... so much differences between this 2 sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the brain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the organ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the appearances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the chemistry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the biology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;and not forgetting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is what makes both male and female so unique in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;And when the male and female starts to understand each other, that is when LOVE comes into the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when she will love me? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5156668919444693296?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5156668919444693296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5156668919444693296&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5156668919444693296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5156668919444693296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/07/brains.html' title='Brains'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7663674480843294669</id><published>2010-07-12T14:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:51:44.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>World Cup Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs090.ash2/37814_468038364553_824649553_6333596_7972926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 652px; height: 354px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs090.ash2/37814_468038364553_824649553_6333596_7972926_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Paul, the "psychic" &lt;s&gt;sushi going-to-be&lt;/s&gt; octopus. A perfect prediction done by it, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOSH&lt;/span&gt;, I really wanna sushi-fy it. Reading the whole comments on this great little 8 legged octopus, I laughed. Some said that dear Paul only will choose the right side team, and some even said, the food within the flags are some better food, which made greedy, hungry Paul to choose that particular flag, and more funny comments-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Well, for me, whether the octopus is capable to predict the future or not, football will always just be football. It's just a game where human around the world could get along and also talk about. Nevertheless, it also helps the economy in some ways. However, some people misuse the game for gambling purposes, and seriously, it's kinda silly to do so. Well, none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the world cup has finally reached to an end, everyone except me are now back to their daily life routine. Work, studies, and all. Mamak will never get customers during the middle of the night, and Astro's sport center will be left untouched as it is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, congrats Spain.&lt;br /&gt;I supported Spain during the world cup because my darling likes this team. Well, let's just say if she is happy, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So World Cup fever has ended. What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-7663674480843294669?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7663674480843294669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7663674480843294669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7663674480843294669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7663674480843294669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup-fever.html' title='World Cup Fever'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7545936378007652085</id><published>2010-07-09T13:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T13:10:18.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TDat22Fi54I/AAAAAAAACk4/CT0Wbo84Z2Y/s1600/happy-512-x-384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TDat22Fi54I/AAAAAAAACk4/CT0Wbo84Z2Y/s400/happy-512-x-384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491767953368213378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though many things happened lately, I somehow managed to get myself back on my feet. I am really happy lately, &lt;s&gt;would be even happier if Germany didn't lose that stupid game&lt;/s&gt;. I have been going out with people I adore, and seriously, they made my day go YEE-PEE-KA-YEA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late post. My mother decided not to put &lt;s&gt;TMnuts&lt;/s&gt; in my house, so, I will be internet-less until a miracle comes. But not to worry, because, I will be heading to the nearest cafes to rob their internet services daily. So, it also means MORE tvb series and of course, updates as well. So, Do stay tune k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-7545936378007652085?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7545936378007652085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7545936378007652085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7545936378007652085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7545936378007652085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TDat22Fi54I/AAAAAAAACk4/CT0Wbo84Z2Y/s72-c/happy-512-x-384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5004621228311607265</id><published>2010-07-05T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:06:42.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>I Thought</title><content type='html'>I always think that I am a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;I always think that I respect girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I only know...&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the person I always think I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am just a selfish bastard at the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow...&lt;br /&gt;I just did something, I dunno whether what I did is correct or not... But all I know is, what I did caused both of us to sit aside and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am clueless.. Am I doing the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5004621228311607265?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5004621228311607265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5004621228311607265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5004621228311607265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5004621228311607265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-thought.html' title='I Thought'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7368082672433418156</id><published>2010-06-30T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:31:42.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs061.ash2/36395_1526925971771_1193334577_31549125_2361151_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs061.ash2/36395_1526925971771_1193334577_31549125_2361151_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snap!&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't own a DSLR, and obviously, I don't tend to get one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use getting something so expensive when all you can do with it is just snapping photos?&lt;br /&gt;I ain't a photographer nor a talented picture blogger, therefore, what's the point getting a DSLR. I find it bulky in some ways, and trust me, it looks more like a weapon to me. It's so huge and heavy, sometimes, I think DSLR evolved it's way from a sledgehammer mix binocular and camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;DSLR is freaking not user friendly, and the lens cost bundles. Looking at those people (especially unemployed) spending their money on something so bulky and pricey, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;. It really makes me feel that life is sometimes too good for them. They could spend so much unnecessary money at times, living a  luxurious life, while some people at some part of the world are actually suffering from starvation and all. Sometimes, when you got the chance to think about it, you should see how lucky we are in life already, and we seriously don't need something pricey in our life, ESPECIALLY when it is nothing better than a normal camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather spend around RM500 to get a normal camera. Besides, the memory of a picture won't be huge, and it's even lighter to be carried around... Conclusion, it is cheaper and economical. Why spend so much on something you ain't using it often? It's like an accountant getting a stethoscope. Practically useless and a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is!&lt;br /&gt;When you able see those spoilt brats lost their DSLR, and they have to explain it to their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people just want to live a luxurious life without thinking how hard money comes by. True, it is sometimes due to interests and dreams why someone would actually get a DSLR for themselves. But honestly, those money could be used for something else, something even beneficial for themselves and to the society. Think about it. It's not like a DSLR could make life better. It just makes traveling a pinch as you need to carry a big fat camera around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never get a hat bigger than your head. Do something that's suits your life. Don't waste money on unnecessary needs, ESPECIALLY when it contributes nothing to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: SERIOUSLY, DSLR is just a better camera. I don't see how it makes life  comfortable. Unless big is the next comfort in life? Why not get those  oldies phone then? Cheaper and bulkier, fits the criteria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-7368082672433418156?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7368082672433418156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7368082672433418156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7368082672433418156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7368082672433418156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/snap.html' title='Snap'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5277386991585291886</id><published>2010-06-28T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:50:22.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Dead-ternet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHAEcX0YTh0/SYmTTkhuFZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vAdbkUMuSQc/s400/tmnet_streamyx_sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHAEcX0YTh0/SYmTTkhuFZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vAdbkUMuSQc/s400/tmnet_streamyx_sucks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have internet connections yet, but I am working a connection out as soon as possible. Until then, there won't be updates in my blog, but still, do visit my blog often! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way!! I am back in Malaysia!! A place where &lt;s&gt;Tmnut&lt;/s&gt; Tmnet rules. :'O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5277386991585291886?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5277386991585291886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5277386991585291886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5277386991585291886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5277386991585291886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/dead-ternet.html' title='Dead-ternet'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHAEcX0YTh0/SYmTTkhuFZI/AAAAAAAAAgs/vAdbkUMuSQc/s72-c/tmnet_streamyx_sucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3626548948192740984</id><published>2010-06-25T15:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T15:26:25.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs097.snc4/36236_1524618834094_1193334577_31542282_5802078_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs097.snc4/36236_1524618834094_1193334577_31542282_5802078_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each time I sit on an airplane, it also means that 4 months have passed by me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow,&lt;br /&gt;Time passes really fast this time, maybe it is because I am eager to meet someone back in Malaysia, or maybe it also means that time is slipping through me really fast too. 3 more years and I will be a doctor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gulp&lt;/span&gt;. All my yesterdays I could remember were the times I was in high school, college, and all of the sudden, I was sitting for Geriatric paper today; which also means I completed my second year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying medicine is like a dream come true to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never once regretted studying medicine, nevertheless, I never let the 5 years old me down too. Nothing is more satisfying than looking at myself achieving something I dwell about since I was a young boy (and I will be super happy if I could earn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've packed my luggage, cleaned my room, and I am looking at my countdown timer to hit itself to zero. By then, I will head to the airport, and I shall enjoy my ride back to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that you will only get nervous and happy to return home for the first couple of times...&lt;br /&gt;They are so wrong, because every time I head home, I always and still will bring a smile home. I am nervous now too. I just can't wait to go back and see those familiar faces in Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Malaysia! Wait for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3626548948192740984?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3626548948192740984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3626548948192740984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3626548948192740984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3626548948192740984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3353996272123056005</id><published>2010-06-24T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:55:17.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Want to view a new post?&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; just got to wait till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE...&lt;br /&gt;I am a free man by tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Stay tune&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3353996272123056005?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3353996272123056005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3353996272123056005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3353996272123056005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3353996272123056005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/wait.html' title='Wait!!'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3168693848912106164</id><published>2010-06-22T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:40:04.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Green Hornet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jBgT-IPKWJ4&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/jBgT-IPKWJ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go &lt;s&gt;Gay&lt;/s&gt; Jay Chou!! Woooow...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this movie is good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3168693848912106164?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3168693848912106164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3168693848912106164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3168693848912106164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3168693848912106164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/green-hornet.html' title='The Green Hornet'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-1978213561472648457</id><published>2010-06-21T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:02:47.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Poker Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs276.snc1/10327_193421129553_824649553_3894187_7485371_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 333px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs276.snc1/10327_193421129553_824649553_3894187_7485371_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just got to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;I am a guy behind a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; be able to read my po..po..po..po..poker face.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Besides...&lt;br /&gt;I myself couldn't read my own face, so don't push yourself too hard to know what I am thinking nor feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my cough and antibiotic pills are just so freaking huge, and craps, they tasted super bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: Exam spree. 4 more days till I head back to civilization. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-1978213561472648457?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1978213561472648457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=1978213561472648457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1978213561472648457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1978213561472648457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/poker-face.html' title='Poker Face'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-241807850457472502</id><published>2010-06-18T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:56:21.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>My Mind is the Scene of the Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/inception_poster.jpg" alt="poster" width="437" height="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I bet everyone has their own secrets in life that is worth keeping for eternity. Nevertheless, some secrets are even worth dying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pssssstt&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;You are in luck today. I am going to share with you one of my most valuable secrets in life. Of course, under one simple condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt; me you won't steal it okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;O gosh, I can feel my heart beat getting louder and louder, and I could even feel the blood rush pumping into my brain already. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nervous&lt;/span&gt;* Here goes okay? But please don't laugh. It's going to be kinda silly and embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So this whole thing happens when I was form 1. I still remember I just came back from a Buddhism camp, and I met this wonderful teacher. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fall for your teachers before? Because I did, and when I do say this, I think you people should know what I am going to say next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I had this super big crush on her. And, I got so scared that I might lose this teacher, at the last day of the camp, I still remember me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt;-ing for her phone number and address. Trust me, when I think back about this incident every now and then, I will surely give myself a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the crush incident which starts in the camp could actually remains in the camp. But, it doesn't. I still remember drawing her some weird pictures about life and even snapped a few pictures of my chubby form 1 look and mail it to her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine if you suddenly received a picture and a weird drawing of a form 1 kid. Yupe. I am seriously embarrassed with my actions till now. I even tried to call her, and hang her up a few times once she picked up the phone too. See small Bay flirting with girls. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder the current him is such a failure in his love life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. 1 of Bay's most valuable secrets in life. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dom Cobb &lt;/span&gt;(main character of the movie), don't you dare steal my secrets away. Well, trust me. This secret is really valuable to me, because it teaches me and reminds me not to flirt nor fall for a teacher, especially with teachers who are married already. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zzz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O well, now you people know, please do me another favour and keep this post a secret too k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-241807850457472502?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/241807850457472502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=241807850457472502&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/241807850457472502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/241807850457472502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-mind-is-scene-of-crime.html' title='My Mind is the Scene of the Crime'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-971798654612237059</id><published>2010-06-17T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:30:54.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBoGNJLfJeI/AAAAAAAACkw/2X_8opD6QgI/s1600/Sick_by_Axel_desu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBoGNJLfJeI/AAAAAAAACkw/2X_8opD6QgI/s400/Sick_by_Axel_desu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483702319149164002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P/s: I am not a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am having a series of nose bleeding and a severe flu attack.&lt;br /&gt;The "good" news is, exams is coming, and look where am I? I am just hugging my pillow suffering from this crazy illness... TT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huu&lt;/span&gt;. Sad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-971798654612237059?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/971798654612237059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=971798654612237059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/971798654612237059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/971798654612237059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBoGNJLfJeI/AAAAAAAACkw/2X_8opD6QgI/s72-c/Sick_by_Axel_desu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-9220112649400892156</id><published>2010-06-16T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:31:44.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Carbohydrate Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs050.ash2/35851_457132179553_824649553_6054380_3953407_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs050.ash2/35851_457132179553_824649553_6054380_3953407_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is what I had for my dinner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2 sugar topping butter breads with a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Let's do a nutrients count here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carbohydrate (checked)&lt;br /&gt;-Fats (checked)&lt;br /&gt;-Protein (x)&lt;br /&gt;-Water (checked)&lt;br /&gt;-Fiber (x)&lt;br /&gt;-Micronutrients (I need the food nutrient's table)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to my diarrhea, I lost 2kg, but that's not why I took this for my dinner. I just think that I need something lighter to be stored in my stomach. Diarrhea just makes my digestive system not-very-strong. Some lighter food might help. Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! What do you people had for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-9220112649400892156?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/9220112649400892156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=9220112649400892156&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/9220112649400892156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/9220112649400892156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/carbohydrate-dinner.html' title='Carbohydrate Dinner'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2549994285323180792</id><published>2010-06-14T17:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:08:03.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Somewhere Over the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBX5jUtkrfI/AAAAAAAACko/qrgqPVcehC0/s1600/0613-life-instructions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBX5jUtkrfI/AAAAAAAACko/qrgqPVcehC0/s400/0613-life-instructions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482562506644041202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bet most of the people around listens to this song before. Right?&lt;br /&gt;It's a really inspiring song. I mean, who doesn't want the best in life? Who doesn't want their dreams to come true? Or who doesn't want their life to be a fairy tale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether life could be like stated above, it's something no one could guarantee about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In reality, troubles don't melt like lemon drops.&lt;br /&gt;In reality, dreams hardly come true. And,&lt;br /&gt;In reality, we can never fly above the rainbow like the bluebirds if we are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to prove anything to anyone, but in the reality, life will never sounds like the song. Believe it or not, it's the fact. Try reminiscing back, and look at how many times troubles slap our face up and down? How many times our dreams ever come true? Or maybe can we actually fly when we are happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how deep you fall, no matter how painful you fell, no matter what's the weather, no matter what happened, there's always 3 people in life you can count on, and they will be there to support us no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soul mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;True friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And when they appear when you needed them the most, there's when life really matters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2549994285323180792?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2549994285323180792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2549994285323180792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2549994285323180792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2549994285323180792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere Over the Rainbow'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBX5jUtkrfI/AAAAAAAACko/qrgqPVcehC0/s72-c/0613-life-instructions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7439305343181715485</id><published>2010-06-13T00:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:52:01.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>I went for a basketball session today. Well, it's been a great game ever since I came here.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess everyone who reads my blog knows I am super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; lately. Well, I never smsed her for a day or 2, and I kinda hope that she might actually sms me instead to show me she care or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my basketball game's time out, I took the time to actually sit down and think. Thinking about what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Call me naive, but I really hope that the time when I took my handphone out from my bag, I will be receiving a message from her. Trust me, I was really thinking hard and dreaming hard that she will do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBO0vupYOuI/AAAAAAAACkg/18yGXa1OD4k/s1600/bcp039052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBO0vupYOuI/AAAAAAAACkg/18yGXa1OD4k/s400/bcp039052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481923903508462306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My teacher once told me.&lt;br /&gt;"Bay, if you think hard enough, you will obtain those things in your mind."&lt;br /&gt;It's like magic. You think and dream you have an apple for dinner today, and if you dream and think hard enough, you will have an apple for dinner out of no where. No matter what you call this, which I bet physic and chemistry will never be able to prove what's the connection between a serious thoughts and the power it has in life, you might want to call it the "Thoughts of Miracles". And sometimes, miracles do happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believe in such crappy, lame, unproven theory in the beginning. I never did. But somehow, I took the courage to do something out of the extraordinary. I took up my phone, thinking and dreaming hard about her for once, and only-God-knows-why I would do that. Serious! My mind was full of her that moment. I felt the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yin&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang&lt;/span&gt; all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBO0vRtbIyI/AAAAAAAACkY/fo2JLLmam4M/s1600/sender-sms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBO0vRtbIyI/AAAAAAAACkY/fo2JLLmam4M/s400/sender-sms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481923895740801826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;if you think that the theory works, then you are partially wrong. 2 hours of thoughts didn't bring any messages to my handphone. It was empty. No messages, no calls, nothing for that 2 hours. Ironic isn't it? Well, I ate my brunch and walked back home after that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;-ing as usual too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! My story isn't over yet. Don't-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; so fast close this browser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part came.&lt;br /&gt;I sat down in front of my laptop, and I was browsing through my facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see. Miracles do happen, as long as you believe it. Well, I might not be able to receive her sms, but I did received a personal message from her in facebook. The message might not prove that she likes me or not, but she did sent  me a message to show that she cares about me. For me, that's enough. And yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is great when there's someone who cares about you in time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's worth it after all. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-7439305343181715485?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7439305343181715485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7439305343181715485&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7439305343181715485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7439305343181715485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TBO0vupYOuI/AAAAAAAACkg/18yGXa1OD4k/s72-c/bcp039052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5274709060033093669</id><published>2010-06-11T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:02:38.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Healthy Yogurt</title><content type='html'>This is a food post. So, you people better don't read this when you are having an empty stomach k? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, I dunno bout M'sia's yogurt shop, but I find this shop's yogurt quite okay. I dunno whether it comes from Italy, but one thing for sure, if you have lactose intolerance, NEVER ever eat yogurt. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Having a sore neck and nose bleeding isn't enough, now I am having diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs602.snc3/31690_455135529553_824649553_5996893_5747184_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs602.snc3/31690_455135529553_824649553_5996893_5747184_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, this is the shop. One yogurt with 2 toppings is around 6-7 ringgit. Kinda pricey for a yogurt selling in Malang. However, it is nice eating it once a while. Can at least kill the craving for yogurts or ice cream in times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs632.snc3/31690_455135659553_824649553_5996896_2441789_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs632.snc3/31690_455135659553_824649553_5996896_2441789_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took longan and jellies (na te de coco) as my choice of toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At least it kills some of my time in Malang. 14 days more to go!! Push time PUSH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5274709060033093669?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5274709060033093669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5274709060033093669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5274709060033093669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5274709060033093669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/healthy-yogurt.html' title='Healthy Yogurt'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7981060745435105912</id><published>2010-06-10T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T20:34:01.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Bad Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs542.ash1/31690_454797099553_824649553_5988772_3401840_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs542.ash1/31690_454797099553_824649553_5988772_3401840_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine walking the whole day with your head facing downwards, and when people are calling you, you can only look at them if and only if you move your body as well too.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't slept well last night, and when I finally got to sleep, it's almost time to wake up. Well, the sleepless night do get me into some thinking, and I realize that I am nothing but an annoying freak. Yupe. I am an annoying freak. No other words could define me besides those 2 words. Anyways, I woke up suffering from a bad neck sore, which made me really cranky early in the morning. After the exam and stuff, Meei Meei tried to use her massage technique to relieve my neck ache, which apparently didn't work quite well as I thought (I still can't look upwards).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some grocery shopping, I wanted to go home to get some rest (lack of sleep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;). The funny thing is, out of the blue moon, my nose suddenly bleed (I still can snap some pictures of the tissues I used to wipe those blood off my nose). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. It's been like 201235362141265 days since my nose bled already, and I really thought it will never come back again. But, it still came back after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of my worst day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that anything could happen anytime anywhere. I don't want to piss anyone off my strings and I don't want to have any arguments and conflicts with people in my life. If I did anything stupid or bad to anyone, I officially apologize here in my blog. It might be kinda insincere, but, who knows how many people I've offended and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;, if I am doing this by calls or sms, I might even get broke anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life surely ain't perfect, and today is surely a great example. I have so many problems myself, and I couldn't even manage to take good care of myself too. Maybe it's true. Bay is destined to be a loner. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I am feeling all useless now. Maybe from the start, I should have accepted the fact that I am useless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-7981060745435105912?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7981060745435105912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7981060745435105912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7981060745435105912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7981060745435105912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day?'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2284144370666143977</id><published>2010-06-09T14:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:21:39.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Dessert?</title><content type='html'>Stressed? Well, I am.&lt;br /&gt;When someone is stressed up, you should take the time to do some desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desserts = Stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. I am always that lame, but of course, I am taking the initiative to at least improve myself in some funnier ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess almost everyone knows I cook, unless you are a new reader or some blog walkers. Anyways, greetings earthlings, and I hope you will enjoy reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to eat desserts. Of course, I control my glucose value too. My drinks are usually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kurang manis&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;s&gt;but that doesn't apply in Indonesia, cause practically, everything here is either too salty or it's too sweet&lt;/s&gt;. And also, all thanks to my elevated systolic blood pressure, I rather take the time to actually cook at home if possible, &lt;s&gt;which also never once applied during my exam period here&lt;/s&gt;. So yea, I basically spend most of my time in the kitchen, after I count my bedroom, toilet and campus time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs632.snc3/31690_454333949553_824649553_5980594_1735735_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs632.snc3/31690_454333949553_824649553_5980594_1735735_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this time, Tennyson (my housemate) is the main chef of the Tang Yuen. I volunteer to be the main chef's assistant. So, yupe, we took the trouble to steal the wrong pandan leaves at first, and had to go out to steal the leaves again just because of the silly mistakes we did; which I shall elaborate that more next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs632.snc3/31690_454334084553_824649553_5980599_2755414_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs632.snc3/31690_454334084553_824649553_5980599_2755414_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*roll you Tang Yuen, ROLL!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs632.snc3/31690_454334409553_824649553_5980615_5975137_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs632.snc3/31690_454334409553_824649553_5980615_5975137_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you think rolling those Tang Yuen into fish ball shape is easy, you people should really help your mother to do it next time. Seeing it is much much much more easier than doing it. But, I love cooking, so... it's kinda nice doing it in times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize I never really wrote any vulgar words in my blog besides the word damn, &lt;s&gt;if that's a vulgar word&lt;/s&gt;. And I kinda feel proud doing so. I mean, who will actually like reading blogs full with vulgar words? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs327.snc3/28958_426452804121_752889121_5538810_5348760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 662px; height: 496px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs327.snc3/28958_426452804121_752889121_5538810_5348760_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We should start using pictures to do the talking instead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, let's move on to the emo side of me.&lt;br /&gt;A promise is something you make with people and it should be accomplish under any whatsoever circumstances. If you can't fulfill any promises to people, don't ever make any promises with them then. Cause promises are easily made, and always easily broken. Trust is easily given, and it's easily taken away as well. That's why I pick my words wisely. I seldom you the word I promise behind unless I am capable to accomplish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I won't remind people about their promises. If a person is really sincere to promise someone regarding anything, they should take their very own initiative to remember it. Why should I remind them anyways? If I promise a girl I will sms her everyday, and I need her to remind me to do so, isn't this plain stupid and annoying? I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's either you fulfill the promise or you don't promise anything to anyone at all. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2284144370666143977?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2284144370666143977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2284144370666143977&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2284144370666143977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2284144370666143977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/dessert.html' title='Dessert?'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5518106129851183402</id><published>2010-06-08T18:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:34:41.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>S.O.L.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TA4gIJNPOHI/AAAAAAAACkQ/6MWOfGmV4bk/s1600/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TA4gIJNPOHI/AAAAAAAACkQ/6MWOfGmV4bk/s400/alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480353120838957170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was wondering, is life always that dull and boring? Or it is just my life I am referring about? Yupe. I have been whining about things I never really have yet in person, and I have been dying for people that isn't mine too.&lt;br /&gt;After waking up from a sleep just now, I realize that, it is seriously not worth it to actually whine about something that doesn't belong to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tell my friends that there's a lot of fishes in the world, but yet, look where that brought me? I found out that I am seriously so desperate lately. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. She gave me so little respond and yet, I could actually do so many crappy stuff for her still? Well, one thing for sure, I am quite torn now. Humans are like this, you do something for someone, you will surely expect something back from them. In my case, I am hoping for her attention every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/imneRPNtbGo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/imneRPNtbGo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are dumb and fragile.&lt;br /&gt;If things aren't going to be what it will be, just tell them straight on their face so that they could scatter their dreams off without wasting more time and effort on the girl. Sometimes, it is so unfair for the guys to be hanged within the girls string just because they are scared to be lonely one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after whining so long in my blog again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. I will still do the surprise for her even though the thing I am doing for her isn't what I favour to do. And yes, I will still find her when I get back. BUT but... For now, I will just burn off the feelings I have for her as I can't afford to get stuck because of her. I don't want to walk this earth S.O.L.O, but I surely don't want to walk this earth because of her too. There's too many things I need to work for, and I can't waste my time orbiting on a single planet only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is worth it, I will fight for it. Likewise, if she ain't, I won't give a damn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5518106129851183402?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5518106129851183402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5518106129851183402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5518106129851183402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5518106129851183402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/solo.html' title='S.O.L.O'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TA4gIJNPOHI/AAAAAAAACkQ/6MWOfGmV4bk/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-4578826100942939395</id><published>2010-06-06T21:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:35:10.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><title type='text'>Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAuh2IDbkDI/AAAAAAAACkI/5caKKHPfxjQ/s1600/Kill_me____by_Lichtgestalt00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAuh2IDbkDI/AAAAAAAACkI/5caKKHPfxjQ/s400/Kill_me____by_Lichtgestalt00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479651322873221170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First, exam took a shot on me.&lt;br /&gt;Now. Bits by bits, my world is crumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make my life easier please. Just shoot me down literally. Thanks you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-4578826100942939395?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/4578826100942939395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=4578826100942939395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4578826100942939395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4578826100942939395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/dead.html' title='Dead'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAuh2IDbkDI/AAAAAAAACkI/5caKKHPfxjQ/s72-c/Kill_me____by_Lichtgestalt00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-8032459716467252407</id><published>2010-06-05T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:49:00.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>Everyone have their own story to tell, so do I. My story is basically simple and weird. Read on as I share to you people what's my story is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the older days, old people are counted wise as they have more experiences than the young people. In my case, the old person here is somehow the girl I like. Anyways, the following story will continue itself with the old person instead of her. I don't like to make things so straight and dull, I prefer to use another people to talk my story out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;The old person told me that oranges will grow on top of an apple tree.&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is, I really listened to him. I waited and waited each and everyday, hoping to see an orange to grow on top of an apple tree, because I really respect the old man and I want to see the miracle in my life for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TApQ_nCa2GI/AAAAAAAACkA/towZMySJ_3A/s1600/ttar_orange_01_h_launch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TApQ_nCa2GI/AAAAAAAACkA/towZMySJ_3A/s400/ttar_orange_01_h_launch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479280950390741090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... I keep waiting and waiting. Each and every time I saw an fruit growing on top of the apple tree, I really hope that an orange will bud out. Instead, each time, my wish fails to come true. An apple still grew on top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still believed at him. I believe that one fine day, the apple tree will eventually grow an orange on top. Faith is the only thing keeping me to believe him every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TApQ_Zvbv5I/AAAAAAAACj4/iskLihWopXY/s1600/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TApQ_Zvbv5I/AAAAAAAACj4/iskLihWopXY/s400/waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479280946821447570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wait and wait.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;I heard voices in my head. It is whispering to me. The voices are asking me what will I do if it takes 10 years or more to wait for the orange to grow, and what will I do if the orange never once bud out from the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the bench. Looking up to the tree, and I stared at it for a moment. I asked myself the same question too, but I am too stupid to get any answer from myself. I am confused. I tried to ask the old man to tell me when the orange will bud. The old man kept telling me it will, the only thing I need is to be patient. I wanted to ask him more, but yet, I am scared that the old man will be mad at me, and he might just walk off from my life. I couldn't bear losing the old man. I still need his guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TApQ-1H8cpI/AAAAAAAACjw/AFiRTsg4DIU/s1600/wishing10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TApQ-1H8cpI/AAAAAAAACjw/AFiRTsg4DIU/s400/wishing10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479280936992141970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All I could do now is wait, pray and wish.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that what the old man said is true. I really can't afford being hurt again. Whether to see the orange budding from the tree is not an issue for me anymore. All I ever hope is that, the faith between us is still there. Is that so much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no moral value in this story, which goes with the same reason why not all fairy tales have happy endings. It's mainly about what I am facing now. You just need to change the apple and stuff into certain things/actions in life, and you might figure out what is the whole thing about. I don't ask much from a girl. I really don't. I can give her the whole world, if she is worth it. But, the question here is, am I worth it to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am facing a breakdown. Anyone help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-8032459716467252407?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8032459716467252407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=8032459716467252407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8032459716467252407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8032459716467252407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TApQ_nCa2GI/AAAAAAAACkA/towZMySJ_3A/s72-c/ttar_orange_01_h_launch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5416713301176008092</id><published>2010-06-04T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T19:10:21.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs659.snc3/32540_452335324553_824649553_5923044_1357651_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs659.snc3/32540_452335324553_824649553_5923044_1357651_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am an ice cream freak, especially when we are talking about vanilla ice cream. I love vanilla flavour even since I was a young innocent boy. I can still remember the time when The Summit is still just a plain land, when Carefour just opened, and when Subang Parade is still the place where every parents bring their kids there to play. My parents love to bring me and my brother to the Shakey Pizza opposite SJMC (Subang Jaya Medical Center) to dine, and I will always order the same thing over and over again, Vanilla Milk Shake. Take note, I hate pizzas, but I still go there for my meal because of the Vanilla Milk Shake! See! I am a Vanilla freak to be precise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before,&lt;br /&gt;I can't really eat chocolate because it somehow IS capable to burst my nose capillary. I did a minor surgery before on my nose bleeding issue, but somehow, another new artery burst instead after the surgery. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. So yes, that stops me from eating chocolate every now and then. The amazing facts about Vanilla is, it gives me the urge to buy it every moment I see them hanging in the freezer at every mini market. I usually buy Walls Vanilla Choc ice cream because there aren't any full vanilla ice cream made by Walls besides those &lt;s&gt;big bulky expensive yet disgusting&lt;/s&gt; contained ice cream. So yea. I have no choice. Who cares if I bleed to death anyways. I just couldn't let my grip away from Vanilla! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VANILLA&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow is her birthday,&lt;br /&gt;SO!!&lt;br /&gt;I made her a piano video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes that she likes it. Enjoy people! I am out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2dZW35CdJQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2dZW35CdJQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5416713301176008092?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5416713301176008092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5416713301176008092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5416713301176008092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5416713301176008092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3898581152326177228</id><published>2010-06-03T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:22:56.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>Today I am left hanging in the sky all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she would message, but she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;She said that she would disturb me, but she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone of you all heard Jesse Mccartney- Beautiful Soul before? That song is the first song I dedicate to her, and I really meant it. Somehow or rather, there's this strong connection with me and her. Somehow... I can't explain it either. There's this urge within me that wants me to fly back to Malaysia now just to see her. Who knows? I will be that crazy, and I might do that if I don't get what I want within 22 days. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAe1e7Vf4KI/AAAAAAAACjo/vWvzpyGDCpU/s1600/love-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAe1e7Vf4KI/AAAAAAAACjo/vWvzpyGDCpU/s400/love-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478547014648062114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her birthday is coming.&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday to be precise. Yet, I couldn't be there to celebrate with her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;. What kind of guy I am when I couldn't even be there for the girl I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do fairy tale even exists in our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is love at first sight even possible? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I doubt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a leaf dropped and stuck on a stagnant pile of water. I am lost. I want to move forward, but I can't. I want her to be happy, but that's something I couldn't ensure. I want to be there for her, but yet, I can't go no where. I wish... I wish to do for her lots of thing, but yet, look at me. I am here, doing nothing else but wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs659.snc3/32540_451962249553_824649553_5912575_7864535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs659.snc3/32540_451962249553_824649553_5912575_7864535_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You just can't read my poker face. I might be smiling, but, I am torn inside.&lt;br /&gt;Someone please fix me up. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair by the way. Now I look gayer than ever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3898581152326177228?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3898581152326177228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3898581152326177228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3898581152326177228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3898581152326177228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAe1e7Vf4KI/AAAAAAAACjo/vWvzpyGDCpU/s72-c/love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-310610296231274519</id><published>2010-06-02T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:35:03.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Smokin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs559.ash1/32540_451405909553_824649553_5897271_817293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs559.ash1/32540_451405909553_824649553_5897271_817293_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you think you are smoking the best big thing in life, you are dead wrong. Cause I am smoking the biggest cigarette you smokers can ever dream of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another day has passed. At least those bad bad mojo are slowly tuning off from my life (for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still,&lt;br /&gt;Those questions about me and her still remains unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;. I think I should just study my way off to kill my brain cells from thinking. Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-310610296231274519?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/310610296231274519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=310610296231274519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/310610296231274519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/310610296231274519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/smokin.html' title='Smokin&apos;'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-371643101642534982</id><published>2010-06-01T18:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:44:48.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Blames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TATtzHlrEbI/AAAAAAAACjg/n-zM6zSmzuw/s1600/point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TATtzHlrEbI/AAAAAAAACjg/n-zM6zSmzuw/s400/point.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477764509255537074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I came overseas to study, I always love to blame others whenever I made a mistake. Pointing fingers to them just to make myself feel better. I mean, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I learnt not to get so involve into things. I don't like to make decisions and choices after that. If you don't get yourself into task, then you will never get yourself into troubles. This is also to prevent myself from blaming others whenever I did something wrong, as I know that pin pointing errors to the rest doesn't resolve anything in the end. If you did something wrong, means you ARE wrong, either you live with it or you correct it, and pin pointing the mistakes to the rest doesn't help. It might emotionally help a person, but in the reality, you are still the one who is on the wrong zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I got myself away from this bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;I stop blaming others (cause I didn't get involve into anything, so how can I blame anyone?), and life was kinda nice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A wise man once said:"Life is full with obstacles, so face it bravely. Don't avoid them, as they will keep coming by no matter how you try to avoid it."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today,I got blame for things a group did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Previously, I got blame for doing something I didn't do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then, I got blame for something I didn't participate on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next, I got blame for asking questions in a seminar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And hell keeps on picking on me, and seriously, today, I finally realize how does it feel being blamed for things you didn't do.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize something today.&lt;br /&gt;Everything bad just squeeze itself in today. Even my MSN decided to ditch all my contacts away. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;.  I am suffocating, and I need someone to be there for me now. How I wish she could spare some time just to cheer me up. Weird. It just keeps me wondering, does she really likes me or am I thinking too much myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bad day. Please, PLEASE make it be a better day tomorrow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-371643101642534982?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/371643101642534982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=371643101642534982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/371643101642534982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/371643101642534982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/06/blames.html' title='Blames'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TATtzHlrEbI/AAAAAAAACjg/n-zM6zSmzuw/s72-c/point.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-8968664530752365342</id><published>2010-05-31T16:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:03:05.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>I wanna watch Toy Story 3</title><content type='html'>When I was young, my mummy always stop me from buying toys. She said that it is expensive and useless at some point. So, usually, I will play with the same old toy all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids.&lt;br /&gt;We just love toys, it's like a companion to us. Disney came out Toy Story during the year 1995, exactly when I was around 6 years old. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. Toy Story was a hit for the kids that year, and it accompanied me years and years till Toy Story 2 came out (1999). I remember watching this movie over and over again. I just love looking at Buzz Lightyear doing it's weird yet funny "To infinity, and beyond" stuff while he tries to fly. The best part is when Buzz Lightyear (the fake one) is finding his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. I am a hardcore fans for Toy Story. I can still remember many interesting details, such as  the time Buzz Lightyear met the 3 eyes alien (I forget their name)... or maybe the time when Buzz Lightyear and Woody tagged up to beat the kid who stole and destroy toys... or during the time when... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the point. I am a Toy Story fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Nuffnang giving out free tickets for Toy Story 3, and I am really excited to participate this event. The catch was to tell everyone which toy I will like to see in Toy Story 3 the most. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Kinda hard huh? After looking at the pictures Nuffnang supplied, I felt in love with this particular Toy.&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/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAN1Y7oeWGI/AAAAAAAACjI/5imqrRWDN90/s1600/TS3_PeasCharacterPg_online_v1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAN1Y7oeWGI/AAAAAAAACjI/5imqrRWDN90/s400/TS3_PeasCharacterPg_online_v1.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477350642997418082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone! Meet Peas-In a-Pod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan for cute cute things. Don't anyone just favours cute objects? They have this innocent look on their face, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;, you just won't get bored looking at it over and over again. I think it will be a blast if this toy comes with every McDonald's Happy Meal gift. Besides, come on! Look at it! It's like the 3 eye alien toy (which again, I forget it's name). One word says it all. CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. I somehow came across a few couple of toys which is something like Toy Story's previous toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAN4jUPIepI/AAAAAAAACjY/1MBEaqgYkW0/s1600/V2_TS3_BigBabyCharacterPg_online_v1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAN4jUPIepI/AAAAAAAACjY/1MBEaqgYkW0/s400/V2_TS3_BigBabyCharacterPg_online_v1.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477354119935589010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I saw this baby, it reminds me of the spoil baby toy in Toy Story 1. :S Which is very scary.&lt;/span&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/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAN4iy7D9LI/AAAAAAAACjQ/5_YJVGqpGD4/s1600/TS3_PhoneCharacterPg_online_v2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAN4iy7D9LI/AAAAAAAACjQ/5_YJVGqpGD4/s400/TS3_PhoneCharacterPg_online_v2.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477354110993036466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this Chatter Telephone too! Doesn't it look like the racing car Woody and Buzz Lightyear sat during the time they were chasing the moving truck in Toy Story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, too many resemblances, but, I am still eager to watch this movie. And I wanna see the cute looking Peas-In a-Pod. COME ON! I don't mind looking at it over and over again. Smile peas SMILE!! :) O look! It's smiling at me. *going crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-8968664530752365342?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8968664530752365342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=8968664530752365342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8968664530752365342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8968664530752365342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wanna-watch-toy-story-3.html' title='I wanna watch Toy Story 3'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/TAN1Y7oeWGI/AAAAAAAACjI/5imqrRWDN90/s72-c/TS3_PeasCharacterPg_online_v1.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7235923651623153807</id><published>2010-05-30T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:22:05.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_450242314553_824649553_5859803_512587_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_450242314553_824649553_5859803_512587_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom Yum for dinner. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;Since I am having Isolated Systolic Hypertension, also known as a pre-hypertension symptom, I have no choice but to cook my daily meal to control my diet. No more oily, fatty fried stuff for me. More specifically, foods that could somehow raise blood pressure are all avoided by Bay. I am also doing home exercise everyday (since I seldom do any exercise ever since I am here) to control my pulse rate and stuff. Hopefully, what I am doing now could help me reduce or maybe control my current blood pressure. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. I am unhealthy and weak. Someone please save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-7235923651623153807?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7235923651623153807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7235923651623153807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7235923651623153807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7235923651623153807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/health.html' title='Health'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5458478928565125833</id><published>2010-05-29T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:18:06.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Coffee Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_449818524553_824649553_5846025_5606356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_449818524553_824649553_5846025_5606356_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice Irish Latte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to coffee, Bay will never say no to it. Coffee just turns me on. It's like Bruce Banner (the hulk) with his anger management and &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;Betty Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Peter Parker (Spiderman) with Mary Jane. Or Clerk Kent (Superman) with &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt; Lois Lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can go on with Tony Stark (Iron Man) and more, but you get the point. Coffee is like the catalyst for Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything coffee-fied.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from Mocha, Latte, Cappuccino, Espresso, etc... You name it. I tried all of them, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;, I felt in love with coffee ever since I was in secondary school. My daddy loves coffee, that's maybe the main reason why I love coffee so much too. Genetic perhaps. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, who can ever stand the aroma of the grinned coffee beans. If I was about to get kidnapped, *touch wood* and if I can choose who/what to kidnap me, I will definitely choose coffee beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who on Earth doesn't wants to get kidnapped by the things they love (I don't mind the girl I like kidnapping me too). For me, I will choose those cute brownish looking coffee beans. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;. I am starting to miss my Ice Irish Latte already. O wait, my breath still smells like it! *smelling my breath over and over again* Don't waste the aroma-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am busy catching my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aromaful &lt;/span&gt;breath here.&lt;br /&gt;I shall end my post now. :) Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5458478928565125833?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5458478928565125833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5458478928565125833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5458478928565125833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5458478928565125833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/coffee-freak.html' title='Coffee Freak'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-8789889456832981034</id><published>2010-05-28T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:38:18.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>Wesak-ed</title><content type='html'>Today is Wesak day.&lt;br /&gt;As a Chinese and a Buddhist, how could I not go to the temple-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This post will be full with pictures and caption. So basically, you just need to scroll down, enjoy the pictures and captions. So, start scrolling then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_449458869553_824649553_5835868_7269950_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_449458869553_824649553_5835868_7269950_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The temple we went.&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://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_449458899553_824649553_5835872_6860708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_449458899553_824649553_5835872_6860708_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow, I look very weird here. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. I looked so 3 years old. :(&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://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs635.snc3/31840_449459379553_824649553_5835882_2058318_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs635.snc3/31840_449459379553_824649553_5835882_2058318_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starting to pray. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wao&lt;/span&gt;. The vein in my hand is so obvious. :O&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://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_449459399553_824649553_5835883_5019207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_449459399553_824649553_5835883_5019207_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the prayers, I bought a 平安香 (dunno what you call this in English) to hang in the temple.&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://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs635.snc3/31840_449459404553_824649553_5835884_964719_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs635.snc3/31840_449459404553_824649553_5835884_964719_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wrote names onto the 平安香.&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://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_449459409553_824649553_5835885_501972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_449459409553_824649553_5835885_501972_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the temple's worker helped me to hang it in the temple. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weeee&lt;/span&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://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_449459769553_824649553_5835892_792029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_449459769553_824649553_5835892_792029_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we had our breakfast under the temple. Pork Porridge (sorry for the non-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halalness&lt;/span&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://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_449459744553_824649553_5835889_8308119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_449459744553_824649553_5835889_8308119_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we leave, we guys have an unprepared group picture.&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://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_449459754553_824649553_5835890_3838146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_449459754553_824649553_5835890_3838146_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND a proper picture too.&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://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_449459934553_824649553_5835899_2496434_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_449459934553_824649553_5835899_2496434_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We donated approximately 250 ringgit to the temple before we leave, and have a group picture together after that. :) I wonder why I closed my eyes in this picture.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;The funny part of me going to temple, praying. I only pray for 3 things, and the same old things always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family to be prosper and healthy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and my brothers having good results.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents to be healthy, and happy everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Somehow the first and the last one overlaps. The weird thing about me is, I always pray for the behalf of the girl I like as well. And around all the prayers I did, I never once prayed for my own health and happiness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, I prayed for her today, and, I hope she is blessed by now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Time for dinner. Tata!&lt;br /&gt;O yea, before I sign out, May God bless you readers too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-8789889456832981034?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8789889456832981034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=8789889456832981034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8789889456832981034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8789889456832981034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/wesak-ed.html' title='Wesak-ed'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-400574271302652159</id><published>2010-05-27T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:30:21.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Yes!&lt;br /&gt;This will be another post regarding what I cook for dinner tonight. Yes! Tonight! The pictures are still fresh and I just posted it up in Facebook. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;. Until now, this was the best chicken rice I ever cook. So, yes, I am really proud right now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy!! If you are seeing this, I DID IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs635.snc3/31840_449131854553_824649553_5826491_2606072_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs635.snc3/31840_449131854553_824649553_5826491_2606072_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the main ingredients for chicken rice. Ginger is really needed, the more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't elaborate much on how to cook the Hainanese Chicken Rice.&lt;br /&gt;If you really want the recipe, you can ask me personally, or maybe drop a comment beside. :) So yes, basically, I cooked chicken rice for dinner, and everyone love it. I'm so proud now, and of course, freaking bloated too. I'm so lazy and stuffed, I'm as if having a 3 month old baby in me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gulp&lt;/span&gt; (who's the father?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me is lame. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs635.snc3/31840_449131864553_824649553_5826492_7400702_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs635.snc3/31840_449131864553_824649553_5826492_7400702_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tadaaa&lt;/span&gt;... My chicken rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, I rate it 6 out of 10 stars. :) There's still place for improvements, and damn, I'm just so proud and satisfied with my current achievement. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_449131884553_824649553_5826494_7419990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs605.snc3/31840_449131884553_824649553_5826494_7419990_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O yea. That's not all. We even cook BoboChacha for dessert. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. I am freaking bloated now. With all the nice foods and dessert stuck in my stomach, all I wanna do is just sleep now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;. What to do? I am just a fat emotional boy who loves to cook healthy (no MSG &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;) food. Bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-400574271302652159?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/400574271302652159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=400574271302652159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/400574271302652159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/400574271302652159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-1998440695807577500</id><published>2010-05-27T00:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T01:31:50.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Cooking Boy</title><content type='html'>There you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_448741574553_824649553_5817547_3581304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs545.ash1/31840_448741574553_824649553_5817547_3581304_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the curry chicken there?&lt;br /&gt;That's Indian style curry chicken. :) And I blast it well even though I didn't put in onions, curry leaves and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serai&lt;/span&gt; (What you call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serai&lt;/span&gt; in English?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love to cook, especially cooking for the ones you loves and appreciate the most. The smile and satisfying expression on their faces just melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be a good chef, but I am proud to be able to cook so many dishes. All thanks to my mummy who always leaves me at home all alone, giving me no choice but to cook my own lunch/dinner during certain times. Not forgetting my daddy as well, who taught me to cook Hainanese Chicken Rice. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being outside alone really teaches me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I've been really independent. Learnt a lot of things from the people around. I even learnt about the taboos when you are hanging around with your friends (which I seldom apply when I am in Malaysia. Sorry dude, just don't feel like being a gentleman in front of my friends, especially the males). And most importantly, how to survive around the community without getting into troubles. Of course, I struggled from a LOT of troubles during my first year, and I almost cried too (which I don't want to elaborate more here, but if I recall, I think I cried once or twice. I think so... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zzz&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, I'm a very very fragile boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging around the world outside, I only realize how bratty I was in Malaysia. My maid do my laundries, my mummy do the cooking for me, and my daddy sorting out the bills for me too. Everything were practically settled by my parents. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;. I really miss my parents now. Life being with your parents, the life without worries, and most importantly, the feeling when they are around you. I really miss all of those now. How I wish I could be on my parent's bed now, having a talk with them, joking around with them, or maybe just enjoying their presences around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;the wise man who said:" We will never appreciate things until we lose them."&lt;br /&gt;Which I find it so true. For instant, I always lost my pen whenever I bring them to class. It's like I buy a new pen, and on the 2nd day, it just vanishes in the class without a trace. And when I needed them the most, I will only start finding them, and finally appreciate how important it's presence was (bad example, I know. But you get the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate everything you have in life.&lt;br /&gt;30 more days and I will get back to M'sia, and the very first thing I will do when I meet them, is to hug them and give them a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me sissy, but I find it really normal to kiss our own parents. Besides, what's so wrong kissing them on their cheeks? They are biologically same like us. Ok fine. Biologically 50% same for each of them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLAH&lt;/span&gt;! You get my point here. *resting my case*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-1998440695807577500?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/1998440695807577500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=1998440695807577500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1998440695807577500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/1998440695807577500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/cooking-boy.html' title='Cooking Boy'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7316032418062937427</id><published>2010-05-24T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:06:20.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Gleek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I dunno why you say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say hello. :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Glee with Mr.Neil Patrick Harris [episode 19] was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I never expect that Barney in "How I Met Your Mother" could actually sing so well. I love the part when Mr.Neil Patrick actually used his fake vocal to pull the end of the melody. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. The song with him in it is really awesome. He fired up the song perfectly, and you people just gotta hear and  watch it to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed the download link HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dl.btjunkie.org/torrent/Glee-The-Music-Vol-3-Showstoppers-Deluxe-Edition/41960cf56c7c2b4006149beb2af1ad84ee76bfc6c2c5/download.torrent"&gt;Glee: The Music, Vol 3 - Showstoppers  [Deluxe Edition&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need bitcomet, flashget, or thunder to download it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love good musics, and I don't mind sharing it around. Hopefully you people will enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs635.snc3/31840_447674344553_824649553_5790466_1133888_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs635.snc3/31840_447674344553_824649553_5790466_1133888_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's how Bay "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sees&lt;/span&gt;" it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Another day has gone by, 32 days more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself sometimes, what should a guy do when the girl he likes didn't replies him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call her?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sms her again?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignore it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live it aside and stop thinking so much?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It's simple to ask myself to choose the last option.&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the reality, such decisions are really hard to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you like someone, you will just wish that you could be apart of them. That's why the option "stop thinking too much regarding about her" is impossible. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully I could move my mind onto my studies soon. I need to do something to avoid myself from thinking stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Bay,&lt;br /&gt;She'll reply you when she is free.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do now is just sit back and wait. :) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-7316032418062937427?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7316032418062937427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7316032418062937427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7316032418062937427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7316032418062937427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/gleek.html' title='Gleek'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-4996467209043742010</id><published>2010-05-23T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:52:35.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='her'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Bashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs585.snc3/30840_447156199553_824649553_5772185_7601507_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs585.snc3/30840_447156199553_824649553_5772185_7601507_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is full with weird crappy pictures. Somehow, I am proud of them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Without them,&lt;br /&gt;my blog will look so dull. Talking about only words in the blog.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Even Westlife got sick with words, they even re-sang the song "More Than Words".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying not to be so lame.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that something could make my worries go away. 3 days and my blood pressure is still beating on the edge of 140/70. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully by next week, it will reduce. I am so quitting coffee and tea from now until my blood pressure drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O please. Stay strong my dear heart. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is busy with her studies lately until she forgotten to reply me at times. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gulp&lt;/span&gt;. But still, I just want her to know that I care about her, and I really do miss her (you know I am talking to you right girl?). Anyways, I am going to take my shower now. Just came back from the market after purchasing some fresh goods. Steaming fish today. See! I am even cutting oily meals from now! How's that for a health precaution?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zzz&lt;/span&gt;. I am so going to miss KFC and McDonald. O wait! I just had them for breakfast. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I shall officially start the diet plan from lunch onward. Yes. Lunch onward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-4996467209043742010?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/4996467209043742010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=4996467209043742010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4996467209043742010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4996467209043742010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/bashed.html' title='Bashed'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7639887790768298139</id><published>2010-05-22T14:26:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:26:48.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seminar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Seminar</title><content type='html'>I am so doom.&lt;br /&gt;I am having a blood pressure count of 140/70...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High in the systolic value yet low in the diastolic value.&lt;br /&gt;A symptom that's not counted as hypertension, but *touch wood* might be regarding about the hardening of the arteries in my heart. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. I am going to die already. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zzz&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, let's pray that it is due to the lack of sleep lately, resulting the weird elevation of my systolic value. This is what you get if you know something too much. Now I am worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;I went for a Stem Cell seminar today. Woke up at approximately 7a.m (damn it, another day lacking of sleep) and I went out with my friends to have a breakfast nearby before heading for the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs521.snc3/29640_446807034553_824649553_5763540_3654164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs521.snc3/29640_446807034553_824649553_5763540_3654164_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me and Artha before the seminar.&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://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs521.snc3/29640_446807649553_824649553_5763555_1874104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs521.snc3/29640_446807649553_824649553_5763555_1874104_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me cam-whoring as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And suddenly, out of no where,&lt;br /&gt;the speakers in the hall are squeaking badly. It's like something big is interfering the speaker's wave and stuff. Demon or devil maybe? *panicking* Seriously, the high pitch noise just hurts your ear so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs501.ash1/29640_446807634553_824649553_5763554_4015465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs501.ash1/29640_446807634553_824649553_5763554_4015465_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hear no evil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As usual,&lt;br /&gt;I stayed awake throughout the whole seminar. I find the seminar interesting. It actually teaches me a lot regarding stem cells and cardiovascular disease. And thanks for the wonderful talk about cardiovascular disease, I am now even worried about my health. Somehow, my blood pressure is more towards the artery hardening side, and craps, if that's so, I might need a bypass/ballooning soon. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs541.snc3/29640_446807659553_824649553_5763556_5672338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs541.snc3/29640_446807659553_824649553_5763556_5672338_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me inquiring the professors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And finally, after 2 hours of seminar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs521.snc3/29640_446807664553_824649553_5763557_229886_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs521.snc3/29640_446807664553_824649553_5763557_229886_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our headmaster gave the professors something as a token of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The seminar was conducted in English, and it's been months ever since I heard someone communicating with us with proper English, and that feeling is seriously nice. I felt so homey during the seminar. Somehow, I find English important, and it keeps me wondering why people always neglect their English? Is English really that hard?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, I really appreciate the professors for giving us the talk, as it is really beneficial for me. I learnt and worried a lot during the seminar today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs501.ash1/29640_446808349553_824649553_5763595_1128232_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs501.ash1/29640_446808349553_824649553_5763595_1128232_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;. The certificate of the day.&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://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs501.ash1/29640_446808319553_824649553_5763592_6549119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs501.ash1/29640_446808319553_824649553_5763592_6549119_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my certificate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;didn't I previously told you people that I banged the elevator's door and somehow injured my shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs501.ash1/29640_446808364553_824649553_5763597_627142_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs501.ash1/29640_446808364553_824649553_5763597_627142_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go,&lt;br /&gt;a picture of the bruise on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;It still hurts badly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sniff sniff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Time to sleep. Hopefully once I wake up, my blood pressure could reduce itself back to normal. *Praying hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-7639887790768298139?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7639887790768298139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7639887790768298139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7639887790768298139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7639887790768298139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/seminar.html' title='Seminar'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-4098255485913348484</id><published>2010-05-21T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:32:31.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin writing, I just want to clarify that, the main reason I blog is mainly to kill time. Time in Malang somehow move slowly, and time moves even slower when I am starting to think of her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;. Some people can call me wussy for blogging, and I really don't mind. I am actually proud to blog, as I find it much beneficial than smoking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lepak-ing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yum cha-ing&lt;/span&gt;, or even rooting at home. All thanks to blogging, I successfully improve my English (even though it's not really that good if compared with some other bloggers around, but still, it's better than normal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my post. :)&lt;br /&gt;This is my recent picture taken yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan slim down is a success here. Somehow, no matter how much I eat or sleep, I still end up slimming down instead. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;. Malnutrition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs329.snc3/29040_446367894553_824649553_5753325_7842707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs329.snc3/29040_446367894553_824649553_5753325_7842707_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me taking picture with the first Belgium ice cream in Malang, Indonesia that AMAZINGLY survived till now. It's is so sweet and expensive. I wonder how the hell it could actually survive till now. Plus, the vanilla ice cream of their doesn't taste vanilla-ish at all. It's all sugar and sugar in it. I ate half of the cup and toss it aside. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, anyone can get diabetes after eating this ice cream. Regretted buying it as it is so damn not worth it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. I am digressing from my topic already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Moving back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs309.snc3/29040_446367919553_824649553_5753327_6157174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs309.snc3/29040_446367919553_824649553_5753327_6157174_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love always have it's up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always adore Marshall and Lily in How I've Met Your Mother. I myself always believe in true love, and I always believe that everyone is fated with someone in this world. That's how I see the love issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get into relationship before. One thing is mainly because I am scared of getting hurt in the very end. I am fragile, and I couldn't bear any scratches or disappointments in life. That's me. Like what I said before, we just couldn't win it all. Being what I am now, learning so many things in life, and obtaining so many talents than I could never expect, in the end, I fail the topic we humans called it "Love". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. Why do books make the word "Love" looks so easy, when the fact is, love is the world's most complicated thing to understand nor study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that I fell into the love zone already, and I am really scared now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am a boy who is 21 now.&lt;br /&gt;I am a boy who is sentimental in life.&lt;br /&gt;I am a boy who loves my family.&lt;br /&gt;I am a boy who is pursuing my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I am a boy who loves the piano.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;I am just a boy.&lt;br /&gt;And I will get hurt too. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't a psychic nor a mind reader.&lt;br /&gt;I can't read a person's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask myself questions like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;does she likes me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what is she doing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is she busy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am I disturbing her?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is really draggy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;I am done with my emo post. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it isn't boring. Anyways, please click the links below and like the picture if possible. It's a picture with a meaning within, no harm taking a look at it too. :) Your help in pressing the "like" button for the link below is really appreciated. Thanks in advance, and thanks for reading my blog till this section. I will try to put up something nice soon (after I ain't that emo anymore). So, please do stay tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=688375896#%21/photo.php?pid=76734&amp;amp;id=100000988224784&amp;amp;subject=108769705821188&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Picture 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=688375896#%21/photo.php?pid=76736&amp;amp;id=100000988224784&amp;amp;subject=108769705821188&amp;amp;ref=mf&amp;amp;fbid=112010525508554"&gt;Picture 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=688375896#%21/photo.php?pid=76742&amp;amp;id=100000988224784&amp;amp;subject=108769705821188&amp;amp;ref=mf&amp;amp;fbid=112013498841590"&gt;Picture 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-4098255485913348484?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/4098255485913348484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=4098255485913348484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4098255485913348484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4098255485913348484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2187952383893070737</id><published>2010-05-19T17:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:03:13.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>Guys</title><content type='html'>I am a fair person.&lt;br /&gt;The day I dare to talk about girls in my blog, I am also ready to write a post about guys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I am honored to tell the whole wide world (those who reads my blog) the biggest secret about a guy. Trust me. Whatever you are about to see is nothing but the truth. So here goes. Don't get shock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29040_445533294553_824649553_5735204_2137929_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29040_445533294553_824649553_5735204_2137929_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys are STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why do I say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Take me for instant,&lt;br /&gt;I smile whenever the girl I like sends me a sms/reply.&lt;br /&gt;I smile whenever the girl I like tells me about her day.&lt;br /&gt;I smile whenever the girl I like gives me the opportunity to care about her.&lt;br /&gt;I even smile whenever the girl I like is praising me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might find it normal here, but it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl isn't my girlfriend, but yet, I am actually smiling for her already. Isn't that stupid? Not to forget, because of her, I play a piano song and dedicate it to her; which I RARELY do so. But hey, I did it. See, girls are capable to turn my world from a positive to a negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a live specimen for instant.&lt;br /&gt;I myself even seen one of my batch mate doing stupid things for a girl who never once liked him before. Doing things like making her paper piano, learning the piano for her, rear fishes for her, and even changing into a partial vegan because she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chickylergic&lt;/span&gt; (allergic to chicken =chickylergic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.&lt;br /&gt;For us guys, we find that it is something normal to sacrifice for the girl we like. EVEN THOUGH she might not be ours yet. If people say that pigs are dumb, they are dead wrong. Because we guys, when it comes to love, are dumber than any living object in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys don't mind being used by the girl they like.&lt;br /&gt;Some guys don't mind being bit by the girl they like.&lt;br /&gt;Some guys don't mind burning their wallet for the girl they like.&lt;br /&gt;Some guys don't mind being emotional because of the girl they like.&lt;br /&gt;Some guys don't mind being a fool in life for the girl they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said before that love is a powerful weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Another wise man also said before that guys are the strongest creature in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;Today!&lt;br /&gt;19 of May 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Victor Bay says:" Love is undeniably the world's strongest weapon, as it makes the strongest creature in the world stupid in the very end of the day." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;God made us guys stupid for a reason; which is so that we could respect and protect the girls. Especially those girls we like and treasured most in life. Therefore, if that is what God has planned at the beginning, I might as well just follow the trend then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For her, I am going to be stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ylaine will scold me if she sees this, but somehow, I feel that being stupid for her, is something noble to do. Hey girl! I am coming to catch your wave. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weeeee&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Before I forget! Never even think that elevators are good lifting creatures for the humans! Today, it squashed me like a sandwich with the door, and leave me crying home with an injured shoulder. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zzz&lt;/span&gt;. What's wrong with me today? Even the elevators are bullying me. Perhaps this is Karma. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. I need to do some good deeds now, before my table or bed tries to do something on me. Gotta go. God bless everyone! PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2187952383893070737?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2187952383893070737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2187952383893070737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2187952383893070737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2187952383893070737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/guys.html' title='Guys'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-4011805559733175638</id><published>2010-05-18T16:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:31:04.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>If you guys think that studying medicine is tough, you are dead wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you guys what is the hardest subject in the world that until now, no guys could fully understand nor learn about (unless you are God or some bisexual thingy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Girls&lt;/span&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs309.snc3/29040_445041354553_824649553_5724306_5417654_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 427px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs309.snc3/29040_445041354553_824649553_5724306_5417654_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I placed my blog link bigger in the picture as it consists of some words that I find disturbing to the readers. So, please bear with my big name and link there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;When you think you are moving at the right pace, and you have the feeling that she is falling for you. Trust me, usually it always brings you no where far from Armageddon . The worst scenario I ever faced was when the girl only took me as her best friend. After that, I felt that the world is fading around me bits by bits, and I saw the coming of 2012 happening within me. Yea. Something like that (should I exaggerate more?). Guys instinct which is all the while accurate falls under the hand of love. Love towards a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who say that guys are strong?&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, even Barney (How I Met Your Mother) couldn't do anything with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls tend to tell everyone that they are simple, when the fact is they ain't even half as simple as they stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being humble I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure, no matter how many books you read about girls, or how many series you watch about girls, guys like me will never understand what a girl wants. And when the day we understand girls, another Einstein might rise again in this very Earth. Creating a new equation such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Girls = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt;^2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I am lame.&lt;br /&gt;But you get my point. Girls are complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs329.snc3/29040_445041529553_824649553_5724307_6253385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs329.snc3/29040_445041529553_824649553_5724307_6253385_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You spin my head right round right round&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some people might say that it is my problem for being an useless boy who fails to understand girls. But who until now (guys) dare to say that they really understand what their girl wants? I even asked my friends (girls) why are they so complicated. And I love their replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls:" Dunno, it's in our genes somehow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's our guys fault in the end? As we are lack of their genes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't a wise man once said:" You need to be one of them in order to know them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Totally true.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna convert? I don't mind supplying estrogen pills and all. :)&lt;br /&gt;Time to bath! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;p/s: The story above might not be real, believe it with your own risk!" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-4011805559733175638?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/4011805559733175638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=4011805559733175638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4011805559733175638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4011805559733175638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-912653744430830401</id><published>2010-05-17T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:25:14.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>Bloodish Needles</title><content type='html'>Just a small advise,&lt;br /&gt;if you are a blood-phobic, or needle-phobic kinda person, this post is something you don't want to read further, as it consists of all of the above materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Done with my 18sx adverts, time to get back to our post. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs309.snc3/29040_444521359553_824649553_5712789_8016450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs309.snc3/29040_444521359553_824649553_5712789_8016450_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There, the pain when Anis took the needle and shook it around my skin. She didn't dare to poke the needle in, and just left the needle dancing on my skin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. The pain. It's like a big fat bee that landed on your skin, poked you, and did a pole dance first before it dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;She failed to get my blood, and I am scared to let her to do it again on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29040_444519324553_824649553_5712771_6359310_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29040_444519324553_824649553_5712771_6359310_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The needles for day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29040_444519339553_824649553_5712772_3803806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29040_444519339553_824649553_5712772_3803806_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me again, letting Tennyson to poke me. Even though the method wasn't correct, at least he is capable to take my blood out. So, he pass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29040_444521339553_824649553_5712786_5698511_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29040_444521339553_824649553_5712786_5698511_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If Stefan or Damon is here (Vampire Diaries), they are going to love this bottle of blood. Why? Cause my blood is the best blood available. No kidding. It's A+ blood okay?! A positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I know it's lame, but at least I tried. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29040_444521349553_824649553_5712787_7178318_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs338.ash1/29040_444521349553_824649553_5712787_7178318_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My turn to poke Tennyson. :)&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs309.snc3/29040_444521354553_824649553_5712788_7930419_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs309.snc3/29040_444521354553_824649553_5712788_7930419_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penetrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My methods are all correct, just that my locking skill isn't strong enough. In the end, the blood didn't came out, and I have to redo it again. Poor Tenny, he pokes me once, I in the end poked him 5 times.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when you find partners like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is just plain sweet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he must be scared of me by now. I am a bad doctor who bully patients.&lt;br /&gt;O well, it's part of the learning process. Let's hope it gets perfect soon. :) Anyone wanna be my specimen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-912653744430830401?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/912653744430830401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=912653744430830401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/912653744430830401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/912653744430830401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/bloodish-needles.html' title='Bloodish Needles'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2162452420892239602</id><published>2010-05-16T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:30:15.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='message'/><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs514.ash1/30290_444006654553_824649553_5696407_3364970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs514.ash1/30290_444006654553_824649553_5696407_3364970_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken from RickDee's top 40. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See the 2 circled name above?&lt;br /&gt;One is the previous American Idol; Kris Allen and the other, is the followup; Adam Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, we can actually see that,&lt;br /&gt;Even though you might show the world you are the first, but in the others eyes and ears, you might just be their number 2 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense for those Kris Allen fans out there, I still love his song, but not as much as how I like Adam Lambert's song, if you compared them. Anyways, this post is just a thought of mine, and I don't mean to offend anyone in the process. Me love peace! PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, digressing from my main post.&lt;br /&gt;What I am just trying to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is fair.&lt;br /&gt;You just can't win it all. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;characteristic and personality plays an important role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you don't have a good characteristic or personality, don't even dwell that people will like you.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't get this point, and they just love to apologize in the very end. Why saying sorry when you already did the damage to someone? A simple apologize doesn't heal the scar from what you did to them. Just to cut things short, don't be a jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Issh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about all this life teaching post.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just couldn't wake up, and it's proven. A tight slap on their face doesn't work at all. They need to be smashed up and heart-torn in order to wake up. How I hope he could just wake up now, and just live his life properly, and of course, I hope he would change himself. He is such a jackass, and I hope he knows that, and CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2162452420892239602?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2162452420892239602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2162452420892239602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2162452420892239602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2162452420892239602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5306787862248660303</id><published>2010-05-15T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:01:45.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='message'/><title type='text'>The Days</title><content type='html'>Everything is going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs314.ash1/27840_443574399553_824649553_5685762_3015432_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs314.ash1/27840_443574399553_824649553_5685762_3015432_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, some people just need to have a painful wake up call in order to wake up. I wonder, why some people could be so stubborn in life? Their skull is even thicker than a tank. If I was Iron Man, I would have taken these people's skull to make his armor instead. More durable. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Just to cut things short, just watch "How I Met Your Mother". The whole scenario is almost like that. Of course, this one is reality, so the consequences is harder to bear. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder will we ever have a group picture anymore? Despite the fact that one of the people in the picture had screwed things up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like what those old aunt and uncle said:" If you knew such thing could have happened, then why do you still do it-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;You made her suffocate when you are with her.&lt;br /&gt;You made her hate you when you are with her.&lt;br /&gt;You made her disgusted when you are with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.&lt;br /&gt;You made things awkward among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up please. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5306787862248660303?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5306787862248660303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5306787862248660303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5306787862248660303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5306787862248660303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/days.html' title='The Days'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3782213627829929962</id><published>2010-05-13T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:29:17.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFHk6nARDcM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFHk6nARDcM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have read an emotional post yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;time for some laughter today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3782213627829929962?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3782213627829929962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3782213627829929962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3782213627829929962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3782213627829929962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/laughters.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-522657682673135121</id><published>2010-05-12T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:52:56.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Blue Sky</title><content type='html'>Ignore me in the picture, but please just focus on the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs297.snc3/28490_442450679553_824649553_5666014_2222011_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 542px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs297.snc3/28490_442450679553_824649553_5666014_2222011_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the picture above, you gotta know that you are about to read something emo already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to post something emo so quickly, but since Clara insisted me to do one post regarding my emotional side, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe God gave us the blue sky for a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Whenever I have problems, I'll stare at the sky, and all my problems will slowly resolve itself.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need help, I'll stare at the sky, and everything will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am lost, I'll stare at the sky, and eventually, I will get back to my path. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a very religious person, but I do believe the existence of the Gods. I always believe that around us, there is something God created that will ease our troubles away, giving us some peace and eventually make our life calmer. Life goes on, and with all these, created by God, it makes it possible for us to go through life stronger and hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately,&lt;br /&gt;I faced issues myself,&lt;br /&gt;I got lost and all,&lt;br /&gt;and with the helps from my friends, most of my problems are actually solved. But some problems just made my day go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KABOOM&lt;/span&gt;! Even though most of my problems are solved, I am still confused on that very instant. I almost had a mental breakdown. Imagine how confused I was. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zzz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, everything had come to an end. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I just want to say is,&lt;br /&gt;if you people face any problems in life. Why not you all just take a few minutes of our time to stare at the blue sky. Who knows, it might helps? As it does for me. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, when is the last time you ever looked up at the blue blue sky?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-522657682673135121?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/522657682673135121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=522657682673135121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/522657682673135121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/522657682673135121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/request.html' title='Blue Sky'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5209349005515688614</id><published>2010-05-11T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:59:18.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well hello there?&lt;br /&gt;What we've got here today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs532.ash1/31190_441881159553_824649553_5655465_1506944_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 719px; height: 541px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs532.ash1/31190_441881159553_824649553_5655465_1506944_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like it is going to STICK around with me for quite some time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;You just couldn't be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;If you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might end up like Mickey Mouse above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs532.ash1/31190_441880689553_824649553_5655460_5895482_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 545px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs532.ash1/31190_441880689553_824649553_5655460_5895482_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me cam-whoring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sikit-sikit&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you people do read my status in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wrote this,&lt;br /&gt;I am tired, and I want to see a sunrise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I actually meant that I want a new beginning. Each sunrise shows a new beginning for each and everyone. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;When I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Finally an end, I need a new start. I want a sunset now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I actually meant, since I have a new beginning now, I want to have a good sunset. Sunset is a beautiful scene in life. It shows how beautiful life could be during that instant. And I really wish I could have a happy ending. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Life is simple, but yet, if you don't value it, it'll then turn complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5209349005515688614?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5209349005515688614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5209349005515688614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5209349005515688614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5209349005515688614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5029301669596325749</id><published>2010-05-09T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:32:57.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I remembered when I was young, I have this obsession to draw and paint stuff. I often buy unnecessary exercise books just to draw. My mummy always scolded me for that. However, that doesn't change anything. I still love to draw, and I still buy exercise books to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, during primary school, I somehow wanted to join the art class. And without hesitation, my mummy agreed to enroll me for the class. With the help of the art class, I won the consolation prize for MPSJ art competition during the year 2000, with the theme of "Wawasan 2020".  And now, I still favour drawing, and with the basics I learnt, I have no problem in sketching or drawing nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs317.snc3/28490_440912074553_824649553_5632220_7115863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 545px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs317.snc3/28490_440912074553_824649553_5632220_7115863_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: ) Using the pen to do some sketching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I even joined the Turtle Conservation Event when I was in Taylor's college, and I even helped the resort to draw a sketch on the wall too. With a couple of friends along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs317.snc3/28490_440910789553_824649553_5632206_1296119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 267px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs317.snc3/28490_440910789553_824649553_5632206_1296119_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sketch is still there, you can still visit it in Terengganu, Cherating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mummy always believed on me. She believes that my talent in life isn't just a pair of hands that could draw or paint only. She even supported me to go for the Art Society in Seafield. I still remember being the Vice President of the Art Society since I was form 1. (However I quit when I was form 2/3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs297.snc3/28490_440910779553_824649553_5632205_6335274_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs297.snc3/28490_440910779553_824649553_5632205_6335274_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the interest I had for art, I persuaded my friend, Thomas to teach me how to fold flower papers. And these is all my craft works. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs327.ash1/28490_440912054553_824649553_5632217_5242099_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 543px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs327.ash1/28490_440912054553_824649553_5632217_5242099_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The paper flowers I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The main reason why I learnt how to fold paper flowers is because real rose will wilt, and these paper flowers won't. Also means that my love is always permanent and real. Okay. Enough of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geli&lt;/span&gt;-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs317.snc3/28490_440919009553_824649553_5632350_6954185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 544px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs317.snc3/28490_440919009553_824649553_5632350_6954185_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, that's not all. Thanks to my mummy's support, I even learnt how to do those coloured sand in the glass thingy (I dunno what you called this). Well, if it wasn't because of my mummy's support ever since I was young, I doubt that the Bay today could do such an art now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My mummy still wants me to have the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;She even sent me for organ classes when I was the age of 5, and upgraded me to piano lessons when I was form 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs317.snc3/28490_440912064553_824649553_5632219_4710338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 719px; height: 541px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs317.snc3/28490_440912064553_824649553_5632219_4710338_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because of her, I can now compose my own songs using mainly through hearing. I can play lots of the songs I like and seriously, the piano has gave me a lot in life than I ever expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;Without my mummy, I wouldn't have studied medicine like I am now.&lt;br /&gt;She supported my dreams financially and spiritually. Seriously, without her support, I would have been studying Food nutrition and dietary by now. Which kinda think about it again, I find it quite a bad choice for a guy living in the year 2010. So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHEW&lt;/span&gt;, I was lucky I didn't chose that field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs317.snc3/28490_440912059553_824649553_5632218_3416211_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs317.snc3/28490_440912059553_824649553_5632218_3416211_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me cam-whoring right before my anatomy exam. And yes, we use corpse here, so, you people can stop asking me about the study system here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the turtle conservation event above right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs327.ash1/28490_440910774553_824649553_5632204_3173639_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 719px; height: 546px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs327.ash1/28490_440910774553_824649553_5632204_3173639_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't these baby turtles cute? (ignore the date, my camera went haywire during the event)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;My first handphone, gave by my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs327.ash1/28490_440910764553_824649553_5632203_5557394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 719px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs327.ash1/28490_440910764553_824649553_5632203_5557394_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always dwell for a handphone in life, and I never knew my mummy would actually buy me one when I was form 5. Even though it wasn't that fancy nice, but still, it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy gave me a lot in life.&lt;br /&gt;Skills, gifts and my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every mistakes I did in life was all forgiven, and my mummy never once blamed me for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is her birthday, and let's not forget, today's is Mother's Day as well. Well, I couldn't go back and celebrate this day with her, but I really hope that she knows how much I love her. Without her, the Bay today will not be the same anymore. Or maybe I won't even be here blogging. Therefore, I am really proud to be her son, and all I wanna tell her now is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mummy, I love you very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5029301669596325749?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5029301669596325749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5029301669596325749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5029301669596325749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5029301669596325749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5139287406234684963</id><published>2010-05-08T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:32:05.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><title type='text'>Males</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs524.ash1/30802_440582644553_824649553_5625252_1997049_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 543px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs524.ash1/30802_440582644553_824649553_5625252_1997049_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most males love pizzas but I don't. I don't crave for pizzas, and somehow, I hated it. I dislike eating starchy stuff. Maybe that's why I don't really favour pizzas that much.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs564.snc3/30802_440582649553_824649553_5625253_5083686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 543px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs564.snc3/30802_440582649553_824649553_5625253_5083686_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most males don't really do shopping, but I do. I am a good consumer, and surely, I choose what I need to buy carefully. Somehow, after getting to Malang, I have to settle my own groceries well. Besides, ever since I am a little boy, I always accompany my parents to the nearest hypermarket to do grocery shopping, and that's something most males won't do.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs524.ash1/30802_440582659553_824649553_5625254_6677585_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 543px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs524.ash1/30802_440582659553_824649553_5625254_6677585_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least. Going to the wet market. Not much males nowadays actually come to this place to get what they want, but I do. I find the food in the wet market much fresher and of course, cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's a lot of things a guy will do, but yet, in order to make ourselves even better, I still think that a guy needs to upgrade themselves in order to treat their girl the very best. Guys should learn how to cook and shop, and shouldn't rely on the girls only. Girls are meant to be pampered, so guys, step up and be a man. :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5139287406234684963?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5139287406234684963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5139287406234684963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5139287406234684963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5139287406234684963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/males.html' title='Males'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7612246600560048719</id><published>2010-05-07T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T17:49:42.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Doctors Today</title><content type='html'>Who says that the doctors today is all about healing people only? We are humans too!&lt;br /&gt;We have feelings and emotions just like the rest of you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Since there's this coming event held in our university, my batchmates that are participating are busy preparing a dance for the event, where their training ground is in our very own classroom. I even managed to snap them in action. :) Indian dance. That's new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs564.snc3/30802_440159539553_824649553_5616869_183185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 655px; height: 492px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs564.snc3/30802_440159539553_824649553_5616869_183185_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The choreographer for the dance is by one of the Malaysian, and by their training and all, I could see that this dance will be a blast during the event. Good luck people! :) &lt;s&gt;Don't over train people? Later get hip dislocation then not good-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I am so evil. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs564.snc3/30802_440159554553_824649553_5616870_8292269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 664px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs564.snc3/30802_440159554553_824649553_5616870_8292269_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Just me with my Malaysian batchmates. :)&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs584.snc3/30802_440159564553_824649553_5616871_4200894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 655px; height: 492px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs584.snc3/30802_440159564553_824649553_5616871_4200894_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My tallest good friend. :) He is really cool, and yes, he is really smart too. :O&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs524.ash1/30802_440159584553_824649553_5616872_4715762_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 665px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs524.ash1/30802_440159584553_824649553_5616872_4715762_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another smarty of the class, not to mention he is funny too. A guy you really will love to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well. That's not much I could blog about my batchmates. All I could say they are awesome and friendly. By the way, our batch is the most obedient batch compared with most of the previous batches. We do everything without complaining. How good is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;Please do me a favour people. Click on this link. &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/d7RiSe"&gt;http://bit.ly/d7RiSe&lt;/a&gt; and register yourself. :) It's a competition I am joining, and I really need the help I could get. Please spread the news around and help me out k? Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-7612246600560048719?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7612246600560048719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7612246600560048719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7612246600560048719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7612246600560048719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/doctors-today.html' title='Doctors Today'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-8734706871024274874</id><published>2010-05-06T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:55:39.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs524.ash1/30802_439806664553_824649553_5611807_5990963_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 545px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs524.ash1/30802_439806664553_824649553_5611807_5990963_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my sweetest memories hanging out with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Some people might not show you much attention in times, but they are the one who actually cares about you the most. And these are the people that will help you whenever you needed them the most, and that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't judge people so quickly, until the day you really understand them.&lt;br /&gt;Never say never to things that you never personally tried on yet.&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to what people say, but use your own ears and mind to judge what is right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Life is sweet, but even sweeter when you are around the people you like.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-8734706871024274874?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8734706871024274874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=8734706871024274874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8734706871024274874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8734706871024274874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-8937828268922187626</id><published>2010-05-05T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:50:34.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs529.snc3/30085_439288789553_824649553_5601032_2839275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 544px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs529.snc3/30085_439288789553_824649553_5601032_2839275_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts just don't please your mind in times. Sometimes, it is better not to think too much. As some thoughts just makes you depress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to put my thoughts down for a while. But somehow, I am failing badly to do so. I need some Valium to help me out now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-8937828268922187626?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/8937828268922187626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=8937828268922187626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8937828268922187626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/8937828268922187626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-4226500221364044507</id><published>2010-05-04T18:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:31:05.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><title type='text'>Piece of Art</title><content type='html'>If you people love the piano.&lt;br /&gt;You will surely love the picture you are about to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs530.ash1/31100_438805989553_824649553_5592201_7446850_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 544px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs530.ash1/31100_438805989553_824649553_5592201_7446850_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The paper piano made by my housemate, with only thick cardboard papers only. It's movable. You can open or close it, like a real piano.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs590.snc3/31100_438806004553_824649553_5592203_7622775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 544px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs590.snc3/31100_438806004553_824649553_5592203_7622775_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the size of it? Smaller than the keyboard.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs530.ash1/31100_438805994553_824649553_5592202_7767429_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 544px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs530.ash1/31100_438805994553_824649553_5592202_7767429_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can hardly grip on it too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. That's his hand by the way. :)&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs590.snc3/31100_438806009553_824649553_5592204_3409606_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 544px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs590.snc3/31100_438806009553_824649553_5592204_3409606_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each strings, each part was so perfectly placed into the piano.&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://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs590.snc3/31100_438806014553_824649553_5592205_6645416_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 544px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs590.snc3/31100_438806014553_824649553_5592205_6645416_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we call art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you want something to be done perfectly, all you need is just some love and patient. Place those ingredients in, and you will get something nice and brilliant. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-4226500221364044507?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/4226500221364044507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=4226500221364044507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4226500221364044507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4226500221364044507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/piece-of-art.html' title='Piece of Art'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5528223598703177647</id><published>2010-05-03T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:11:24.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs530.ash1/31100_438287039553_824649553_5581535_41152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs530.ash1/31100_438287039553_824649553_5581535_41152_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random drawing of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't express myself in front of the people I liked. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-5528223598703177647?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5528223598703177647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5528223598703177647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5528223598703177647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5528223598703177647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3858028182334569657</id><published>2010-05-02T20:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:35:12.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertaining'/><title type='text'>Second Trip</title><content type='html'>This LONG post is about my second trip to Surabaya.&lt;br /&gt;However, instead of going to Tunjungan Plaza (which I visited last year), we headed to Galaxy Mall this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Galaxy Mall? Well, we were told that the place is more Chinese concentrated, and when a place in Indonesia is Chinese concentrated, it means that the place is much grander and luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;Just a small fact about Indonesia, the rich here means they are filthy rich, and for the poor, well, you got the picture. And it's really true too. The housing area around Galaxy Mall is really amazing. Imagine rows and rows of huge Dutch design housing around the shopping mall. Couldn't picture it? Well sadly, I didn't snap any pictures, so, you people just have to come down here and have a look by yourself (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potong&lt;/span&gt; steam&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-leh&lt;/span&gt;.). Besides, the tickets now to Indonesia is really cheap. Therefore, stop hesitating and book a ticket NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Done with my advertising. Back to my post. :)&lt;br /&gt;This post will be mainly on the food I had in Galaxy Mall. So, get your stomach packed before you read this, or you may just regret later on. Your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs521.ash1/30638_437853459553_824649553_5569278_101393_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs521.ash1/30638_437853459553_824649553_5569278_101393_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we reached Galaxy Mall around 12p.m. We started our trip at approximately around 10a.m. A 2 hours slow drive to Surabaya after we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ponteng&lt;/span&gt; our discussion early that very morning. (I am a bad medical student.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, since we had been craving for Malaysian foods like 252634212 days already, we decided to land our very first spot in Penang's House for our brunch. (The WE here is me with my besties who went for this trip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs581.snc3/30638_437853469553_824649553_5569279_6417539_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs581.snc3/30638_437853469553_824649553_5569279_6417539_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The funny part about the menu was the introduction part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why choose Penang's House."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just do the reading and you will understand why I find the menu funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs581.snc3/30638_437853509553_824649553_5569282_278475_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs581.snc3/30638_437853509553_824649553_5569282_278475_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, my very first dish of the day was Ice Cendol. The Malaysian MUST-EAT dessert. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;. Somehow, after eating this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buatan&lt;/span&gt; Indonesia's Cendol. I realize that getting diabetes here is much easier than memorizing my ABC. The amount of Gula Malacca in it is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOH&lt;/span&gt;. Not to say the ice in it is freaking huge and hard. A total disaster for a Cendol. However, it still does tasted like a Cendol. Just that this is the extremely sweeter version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs561.snc3/30638_437853499553_824649553_5569281_878010_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs561.snc3/30638_437853499553_824649553_5569281_878010_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now now.&lt;br /&gt;Who says only birds are kept in a cage. Here, lantern too are kept in a cage. Maybe it could fly out one day? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs581.snc3/30638_437856494553_824649553_5569382_5111705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs581.snc3/30638_437856494553_824649553_5569382_5111705_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main dish of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUH&lt;/span&gt;! Wan Tan Mee-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; of course. I miss this food so much, but after eating THIS Wan Tan Mee, I decided to just keep my stomach clean from Wan Tan Mee here till I get back to Malaysia and eat the real Wan Tan Mee. The taste was okay, IF the noodle doesn't taste like they were fermented, and IF the roasted chicken is really roasted instead of fried. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs521.ash1/30638_437856504553_824649553_5569383_7742423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs521.ash1/30638_437856504553_824649553_5569383_7742423_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ylaine ordered some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ala Carte&lt;/span&gt;. Ma Po Taufu. They served it with an empty hot plate, and then, they placed the raw eggs on top of it. Next, they placed the Taufu on top, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs581.snc3/30638_437856514553_824649553_5569384_7690920_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs581.snc3/30638_437856514553_824649553_5569384_7690920_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what you get. Ma Po Taufu.&lt;br /&gt;I give 3 thumbs up for the well serving of this dish. However, for the taste. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Is Ma Po Taufu suppose to taste sweet? Like in ketchup sweet. Because, this very dish tasted so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs521.ash1/30638_437856519553_824649553_5569385_6188389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs521.ash1/30638_437856519553_824649553_5569385_6188389_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Durian Sago Dessert. My friends ordered it. They like it, but I don't. I can tell it taste bad even without tasting it. Well, I hate durian. So, everything with the word Durian or Durian in it is something I will not favour in any ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the Penang's House didn't really help me out in any ways. I might be stuffed, but I still miss Malaysian food badly. Honestly? None of the food served in the Penang's House that day pleased my appetite. Nothing can beat the original taste of these food served in Malaysia, and this is well proven after I dine in Penang's House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a break first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs561.snc3/30638_437868359553_824649553_5569582_1553296_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs561.snc3/30638_437868359553_824649553_5569582_1553296_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starbucks anyone?&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the coffee aroma here just ain't like Malaysia. The coffee bean here is bitter and less aromatic than Malaysia, but, it still tasted really nice. I really did enjoy my cup of Grande Iced Whipped Cream &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caffe&lt;/span&gt; Latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Iron Man 2.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is like 20 fishes got stuck in a 500ml water bottle. Too many things to tell and yet so little time to do so. Making every detail of the movie to happen so quickly and compact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we had our dinner in the food court only. We had no choice but to dine in the food court as we had to go back Malang really soon. Rush hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs561.snc3/30638_437868414553_824649553_5569587_6117431_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs561.snc3/30638_437868414553_824649553_5569587_6117431_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the Pepper Lunch for dinner. Singaporean food&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-leh&lt;/span&gt;. Don't play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs570.snc3/31100_437869199553_824649553_5569637_4796026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs570.snc3/31100_437869199553_824649553_5569637_4796026_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There you go, my Super hot plate pepper beef fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;It's taste?&lt;br /&gt;You eat once, and you won't wanna eat it the next time you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nut shell, I did enjoy myself in this trip. However, the food here just doesn't match my taste bud. It's either too salty or sweet. No wonder hypertension and diabetes are one of the top disease occurring here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3858028182334569657?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3858028182334569657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3858028182334569657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3858028182334569657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3858028182334569657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/second-trip.html' title='Second Trip'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-706470026876018057</id><published>2010-05-01T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:02:51.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>J.Co Donuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs521.ash1/30638_437440704553_824649553_5558292_7970653_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs521.ash1/30638_437440704553_824649553_5558292_7970653_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs561.snc3/30638_437441359553_824649553_5558312_3569205_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs561.snc3/30638_437441359553_824649553_5558312_3569205_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J.Co donuts.&lt;br /&gt;The donuts that came all the way from Jakarta to the whole wide Indonesia; which moved to Malaysia and Singapore next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taste?&lt;br /&gt;Tried Big Apple? They are almost the same. For the pricing and taste. :) However, if you people haven't tasted any of these donuts before, do take the effort to drop by their nearest outlet and try one out by today.&lt;br /&gt;A kind recommendation for those people who dislike those extremely sweet stuff like me (I hate sweetie stuff nowadays. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;. I am a healthy consumer.), you may just eat those donuts with the hole within them. Never ever get those whole piece donuts, they are extremely sweet. Still, I don't advise people to eat these donuts daily. Can get diabetes easily base on their sugar quantity and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! This is Mr.Emo with his food post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-706470026876018057?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/706470026876018057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=706470026876018057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/706470026876018057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/706470026876018057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/05/jco-donuts.html' title='J.Co Donuts'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-883354812253690573</id><published>2010-05-01T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T01:07:40.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting'/><title type='text'>Shops?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9sNVHjf0CI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ZYXtk9RlCAc/s1600/DSCN2241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9sNVHjf0CI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ZYXtk9RlCAc/s400/DSCN2241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465977229200576546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;We have the body and the face shop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where's the leg and hand shop located then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-883354812253690573?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/883354812253690573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=883354812253690573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/883354812253690573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/883354812253690573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/shops.html' title='Shops?'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9sNVHjf0CI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ZYXtk9RlCAc/s72-c/DSCN2241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3058627275060205250</id><published>2010-04-29T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:06:52.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apologize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9loN4LsIgI/AAAAAAAACg0/lz2SXJQosUY/s1600/1233333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9loN4LsIgI/AAAAAAAACg0/lz2SXJQosUY/s400/1233333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465514210419810818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying out a new template. Mainly because I couldn't find Rachel most of the time, and plus, I really couldn't figure out how to use her template. Her coding is too complicated for a IT newbie like me. So yes, I saved her template up, and created a new blog template myself. Although I really like her template. :( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huu&lt;/span&gt;~ How I wish I knew how to configurate her template. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haihz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is still under renovation. I'm currently creating the header, so, please do bear with the current header. I know it's a bit dull (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;), but I am trying my very best to complete it as soon as possible. :) The good news is, I will still continue updating my blog, while I am completing my header. So, don't worry, I will keep my blog up-to-date. You can view it anytime as long as you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; nuffnang_bid = "e7187c512972d88e5b4ddd6fbf3f0ec3";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3058627275060205250?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3058627275060205250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3058627275060205250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3058627275060205250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3058627275060205250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9loN4LsIgI/AAAAAAAACg0/lz2SXJQosUY/s72-c/1233333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-7632848143683852511</id><published>2010-04-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:10:23.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Break!</title><content type='html'>I seldom read blogs. Even if I do read blogs, I only  read a few blogs like, &lt;a href="http://lycayenne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cayenne&lt;/a&gt;'s  blog, &lt;a href="http://miss-chaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cassie&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, &lt;a href="http://www.chaoticbabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle Ngo&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, and etc etc. (If I never list here, it doesn't means that I never read, it's just that I am lazy to list a whole bunch of blog lists when recalling their links took me ages already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I don't want to read blogs, especially my friends one. It's just that some of them update often, and some of them update like once in a blue moon. So yes, call me lazy, but no one could really expect Bay dwelling around each and everyone's blog just to read something over and over again even though it's emptily drained off with nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just read &lt;a href="http://joanneloke.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joanne&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, it's really been ages ever since we 2 talk or meet. Surprising, I really do miss her sometimes. Reminiscing back on the days we had back in our secondary school, the days when I was so naive and stupid. Anyways, I really had lots and lots of fun around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Joanne, if you are seeing this. This coming June/July, we must really hang out. No excuses this time! I won't let you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fong&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fei kei&lt;/span&gt; no more!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back to my post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9boUINAq6I/AAAAAAAACf4/pWEdlMKNVD0/s1600/DSCN2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9boUINAq6I/AAAAAAAACf4/pWEdlMKNVD0/s400/DSCN2176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464810630357756834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been 216473453 days ever since I eat Kit-Kat. I still remember how their old &lt;s&gt;lame&lt;/s&gt; motto sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Have a break, have a kit-kat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been craving for chocolates lately. Somehow, the urge just seems to get bigger and bigger each and every day. And finally, I couldn't resist it anymore. I went to the nearest hypermarket, and got myself a Kit-Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9b4P4sZgcI/AAAAAAAACgg/UzMrMNw-iUQ/s1600/DSCN2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9b4P4sZgcI/AAAAAAAACgg/UzMrMNw-iUQ/s400/DSCN2177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464828149661008322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I grab the Kit-Kat, paid, and gone home straight away just to indulge it. Why Kit-Kat consists of so many layers of wrappers?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Zzz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9b3Y83jpbI/AAAAAAAACgQ/iJNYtxQjpaw/s1600/DSCN2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9b3Y83jpbI/AAAAAAAACgQ/iJNYtxQjpaw/s400/DSCN2179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464827205888746930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing I like about Kit-Kat was the aluminium packaging. I just enjoy slicing the wrapper into 2 or 3 parts. I know I am weird. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9b25z-4mNI/AAAAAAAACgI/C76scIHMqBc/s1600/DSCN2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9b25z-4mNI/AAAAAAAACgI/C76scIHMqBc/s400/DSCN2181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464826670927616210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blak&lt;/span&gt;* The first segment of Kit-Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9b25a6ns3I/AAAAAAAACgA/bDIuDXE3wAY/s1600/DSCN2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9b25a6ns3I/AAAAAAAACgA/bDIuDXE3wAY/s400/DSCN2185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464826664198845298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The taste isn't that great if compared with those branded chocolates. But still, at the very end, Kit-Kat successfully satisfied my urge. This also proves that not every pricey stuff in the world are the only things that could please us. Cheap stuff also DO process the power to satisfy us perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a funny fact of Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time I eat chocolate, my nose will bleed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't favour carbonated drink like I used to anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate junk foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No clubbing, smoking and alcoholic drinks for me at any times or place. (Unless some brats fool me into drinking. I got fooled a few times already. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;I think I am love drunk. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this something good or bad?&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/3805660873082078031-7632848143683852511?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/7632848143683852511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=7632848143683852511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7632848143683852511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/7632848143683852511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/have-break.html' title='Have a Break!'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9boUINAq6I/AAAAAAAACf4/pWEdlMKNVD0/s72-c/DSCN2176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-4240230124655666818</id><published>2010-04-25T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:38:32.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan is Sylar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9PQ3EFl_8I/AAAAAAAACfw/D9wJNVGJ668/s1600/DSCN2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9PQ3EFl_8I/AAAAAAAACfw/D9wJNVGJ668/s400/DSCN2173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463940417339129794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;My clock got disabled last night. It couldn't walk, stand or even do it's ringing properly. All thanks to Mr.Tan. He was too bored in my room, therefore, he took my clock up, and shook it as if it was a cocktail mixer. Well, instead of cocktail coming out from the "mixer", one of the leg came off, and the screw just went into the clock itself. So, yes, apparently, in order to fix it, a surgery is really needed, or maybe, if Sylar (heroes) is here, he could fix it in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9PQ224TuXI/AAAAAAAACfo/XlJJk5CgS6U/s1600/DSCN2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9PQ224TuXI/AAAAAAAACfo/XlJJk5CgS6U/s400/DSCN2174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463940413793745266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, the bartender a.k.a Tan then took out his "surgical" kits and started to do those Sylar and the clock thingy, which gave me the opportunity to actually look INTO the clock. Well, I am a person who live deep inside a big big well, so, I rarely open things up just to see how it looks like within. So yes, this is my first time looking into my very own clock, and also, first time seeing Sylar in action too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yawn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sleepy, and yet, I don't wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because I find Dermatology interesting, and of course, I have the urge to revise what the lecturers taught after each lesson they gave. So, yes, somehow, instead of those old dreams of being a Neurologist or maybe a Cardiologist, who knows, one day I might as well just be a Dermatologist. :) Still a long way to go, but, everyone got to have a dream, with it, we know what we want, and learn how to earn it. It's like having a compass around you. With a compass, no one will go to the wrong direction right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I think I should &lt;s&gt;tick&lt;/s&gt; walk myself away now. Back to my books.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-4240230124655666818?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/4240230124655666818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=4240230124655666818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4240230124655666818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/4240230124655666818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/tan-is-sylar.html' title='Tan is Sylar'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9PQ3EFl_8I/AAAAAAAACfw/D9wJNVGJ668/s72-c/DSCN2173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2830190750673635787</id><published>2010-04-23T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T17:58:10.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging or Nuffnang-ing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9FnM69F2pI/AAAAAAAACfg/rBWaPqNb1Xo/s1600/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9FnM69F2pI/AAAAAAAACfg/rBWaPqNb1Xo/s400/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463261294658706066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are so many types of blogging site nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I bet many bloggers nowadays only select these domains to host their blogs as they are much convenient, secured, and mainly they are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many of them really blog in the correct manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9FnMlldjAI/AAAAAAAACfY/o4j6UfaJ2nI/s1600/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9FnMlldjAI/AAAAAAAACfY/o4j6UfaJ2nI/s400/blog3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463261288922450946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;What is a blog for actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuffnang uses it for competitions, which I find it really nice in times. However, what I really don't get is the definition of what they meant on a Blog competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Kenny Sia for instead. He is a wonderful blogger. His WORDS inspires people, making more and more people to view his blog. So goes to Xiaxue. Never once you will see these 2 blogs filled with pictures, FLASH, or even GIF files. And this is what we called as Blogs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ourselves back to my topic today.&lt;br /&gt;When we named a competition as a Blog competition, what are we really seeking for? Blog competition, doesn't that means that they are finding some bloggers out there who can really use their words to inspire the readers in order to win the competition? (I am not saying that pictures and those are not allowed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a medic student, and seriously, I never once expect myself to actually master photoshop or maybe creating FLASH videos one fine day. I blog whenever I am free. When Nuffnang or some other sites host a Blog competition, as a blogger, I will never miss any opportunities to actually participate; which however, brings the big question mark of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've read many blogs.&lt;br /&gt;I've participate many Nuffnang's blog competition.&lt;br /&gt;I've view those winner's blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I don't get is, why are the winners always a blog either with great Photoshop skills, or just mainly pictures and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if a blog is to filled themselves with only pictures, isn't that counted as a photo album instead of a blog? Or is it actually defined as a blog when it is stored inside a blog domain? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9FnL8frU6I/AAAAAAAACfQ/CkDCUYhrfJQ/s1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9FnL8frU6I/AAAAAAAACfQ/CkDCUYhrfJQ/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463261277892334498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Blogging somehow lost it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;The usage of words in a blog to inspire readers now have reached to an end. Nuffnang brought us into a new era of blogging, where pictures and flash videos overtake the words in the blogs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures might be able to represent a million words, but clearly, it will never pass the true message within the picture to a reader without words. And when I say so, I want to clarify myself once more. Blogging is the using of words to inspire people, while pictures are used to draw attention. So why are we evaluating how good our (Photoshop, IT technique) pictures IS when the words actually plays an even important role?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a graphical design Nuffnang is finding, I think they should clarify it in more details when they announce any competitions on the days to come. It's better that way, as it will totally save plenty of peoples' time. Why should we waste our time trying to compete on something we had no chance winning at? I didn't learn IT, but I do learn English, so why can't we really use our words to compete instead of our IT skills? Isn't that much more appropriate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I am not mad. I am just curious. Is the society's English getting bad, or is mine turning worst? Correct me if I am wrong. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2830190750673635787?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2830190750673635787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2830190750673635787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2830190750673635787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2830190750673635787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogging-or-nuffnang-ing.html' title='Blogging or Nuffnang-ing?'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9FnM69F2pI/AAAAAAAACfg/rBWaPqNb1Xo/s72-c/blog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2984229042889952389</id><published>2010-04-22T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:18:30.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs or Talks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dailyblogtips.com/wp-content/uploads/blogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.dailyblogtips.com/wp-content/uploads/blogs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing Nuffnang coming out another upcoming series of Project Alpha, I somehow felt that blogging now is a new way to get famous, or more towards being a celebrities. Isn't blogging something we do to express ourselves in words? Then what for we need to use our acting skills or even talking skills to tell the world who they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it. From blogging into a so-called celebrity who doesn't even look partially like Brat Pitt or Johnny Depp? And the aim is to tell the whole wide world about their life in reality? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't blogging sufficient enough to do so? Then why we need to film them up like documentaries? They ain't even half as famous as they think they are, and plus they surely ain't half as important to the society as they think they are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;I somehow think that it is super inappropriate for a blogger to be a celebrity just because they can blog well. They might be good in words or their IT thingy in the cyber-world, but it doesn't mean that anyone will actually be interested with what they do with their life. Simple to say, blogging is to use words to express ourselves, and not being use to earn fame, or even to get themselves to be a celebrity. Even UK people don't take blogging seriously, so why should we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read a blog, and if love the writing style? Then subscribe it. Read it, follow up, and that's it. It doesn't mean that you need to see this person in life. Sometimes, it is better to remain unseen then being noticed. It just gives space for the rest to see how idiotic you are in reality. So face it, no matter how people think that blogging could turn someone into celebrities, they are so wrong. And that's the reason why I didn't once watch Project Alpha or even advertise it in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't mad, I am just curious why human could be so silly in times. If I do see Donnie Yen walking around the emporium, I will definitely snap a picture with him. But if I do see Kenny Sia, Xiaxue or some other Project Alpha stars, I would just look at them, and that's all. For me, they are just bloggers who successfully famed up due to their writing skills, and I have no interests to know them at all. It's just like what you read in the newspaper. When you find something interesting to read, it doesn't mean that you need to know the editor or even take a picture with him/her. Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wanna make things so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kua chang&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2984229042889952389?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2984229042889952389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2984229042889952389&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2984229042889952389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2984229042889952389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogs-or-talks.html' title='Blogs or Talks?'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3111428959796951642</id><published>2010-04-21T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:54:54.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S87p-XWT0kI/AAAAAAAACew/nJ_GhryUgVM/s1600/DSCN2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S87p-XWT0kI/AAAAAAAACew/nJ_GhryUgVM/s400/DSCN2158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462560655675740738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow bought this rubic game even though I didn't know how to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, my batch mates have been playing this rubic thingy in class, trying to beat the 1minute 21 seconds record from one of my friends. Seriously, when you see them holding this 3x3 box around, twisting it and turning it around like it's really so much fun, the excitement within. And out of no where, I myself got into the game as well. Purchasing a so-called glow in dark rubic puzzle. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zzz&lt;/span&gt;. Trust me, never ever buy stuff that so-called glow in dark. They never once glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S87p99ySWyI/AAAAAAAACeo/J1UqxO4W6lk/s1600/DSCN2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S87p99ySWyI/AAAAAAAACeo/J1UqxO4W6lk/s400/DSCN2161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462560648813763362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The funny part is, after getting the glow in dark rubic puzzle, I never once really dare to twist it away. Well, I am scared that I might not get them back into their original place. So, yes, mine is still perfectly new, and I guess it will remains that way until someone messes it up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yupe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Currently, this rubic puzzle is one of my decorative item in my room. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zzz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever buy something just because somebody in your life has it, only buy things that you want and you are interested with. So, basically, I used RM10 ringgit to purchase this lesson, and of course, I will always remember it (as long as the rubic puzzle is here to remind me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S87p9nu5FOI/AAAAAAAACeg/4bk2ohZshys/s1600/DSCN2165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S87p9nu5FOI/AAAAAAAACeg/4bk2ohZshys/s400/DSCN2165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462560642893944034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Study my dermatology only. So many things to learn within 2 weeks time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;. :( Life is like a pinching hell, especially when classes are conducted early in the morning and last for 6 hours continuously without any breaks. How I hope I am back in Malaysia now, where I could see her, be there for her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;65 days &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, anyone wants Gatsby hair dye? I can get it for RM8 ringgit here. Anyone interested, please just leave a message in my cbox. :) Will get back to you people as soon as possible. Cheers!&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/3805660873082078031-3111428959796951642?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3111428959796951642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3111428959796951642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3111428959796951642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3111428959796951642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/mind-game.html' title='The Mind Game'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S87p-XWT0kI/AAAAAAAACew/nJ_GhryUgVM/s72-c/DSCN2158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-3578362442011045715</id><published>2010-04-19T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:56:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8w_LDCGa5I/AAAAAAAACeY/XLz0polQlKw/s1600/DSCN2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8w_LDCGa5I/AAAAAAAACeY/XLz0polQlKw/s400/DSCN2157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461809907118795666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now the headache starts.&lt;br /&gt;2 watch 1 hand. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. Mummy's gift or friend's gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a pro and con list to determine which watch to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;On the meantime,&lt;br /&gt;I will use the Jacque Martin watch first. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New block for my semester.. Need to study hard again to get good result. Therefore, I will stop my blog post here, and will update it as soon as possible. So stay tune okay?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-3578362442011045715?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/3578362442011045715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=3578362442011045715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3578362442011045715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/3578362442011045715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/which-one.html' title='Which One?'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8w_LDCGa5I/AAAAAAAACeY/XLz0polQlKw/s72-c/DSCN2157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-6080415612011501483</id><published>2010-04-17T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:34:37.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;My readers all flew away already. The numbers of readers of my blog lately is like hitting the zero edge (exaggerating). Anyways, I will still blog, but I sure hope those readers could fly back here. Anytime! :) My blog always welcomes anyone, except spammers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my post.&lt;br /&gt;My 21 birthday celebration, which was held yesterday. Spent 300 ringgit plus treating my friends dinner. Dinner was mainly western food, since I love western food so much. :) Overall, I had fun, and happily as I must say, I've got a new watch, Jacque Martin for my birthday present. Well, despite the fact my mummy just bought me a Timex watch, now I seriously dunno which watch should I wear. Mummy's watch? Or the nicer, grander looking Jacque Martin watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, captions period!&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/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8nBDPJFNSI/AAAAAAAACeQ/wQ9RseO9-io/s1600/DSCN2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8nBDPJFNSI/AAAAAAAACeQ/wQ9RseO9-io/s400/DSCN2087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461108284511827234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ylaine made me a porno 21 birthday card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&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/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8nBCyBNCnI/AAAAAAAACeI/qQzuQESAOKU/s1600/DSCN2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8nBCyBNCnI/AAAAAAAACeI/qQzuQESAOKU/s400/DSCN2089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461108276694157938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me trying out my new watch. My new hair style by the way. :)&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8m_BD55cTI/AAAAAAAACeA/pIsIE5XjNgk/s1600/DSCN2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8m_BD55cTI/AAAAAAAACeA/pIsIE5XjNgk/s400/DSCN2093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461106048112357682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weirdest fish and chip. :S&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8m_Akt8w0I/AAAAAAAACd4/RcvHh9ra7sM/s1600/DSCN2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8m_Akt8w0I/AAAAAAAACd4/RcvHh9ra7sM/s400/DSCN2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461106039740744514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salmon with mushroom sauce.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8m_AZgsEqI/AAAAAAAACdw/9DwM8ckXPVI/s1600/DSCN2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8m_AZgsEqI/AAAAAAAACdw/9DwM8ckXPVI/s400/DSCN2095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461106036732334754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BBQ sauce Beef tenderloin  with hash browns.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8m_AJUOC6I/AAAAAAAACdo/E7PZgxcapL4/s1600/DSCN2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8m_AJUOC6I/AAAAAAAACdo/E7PZgxcapL4/s400/DSCN2096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461106032385067938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And mine, Beef Tenderloin with black pepper sauce! Not bad-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8m-_vLXivI/AAAAAAAACdg/T4Wez62F0lQ/s1600/DSCN2097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8m-_vLXivI/AAAAAAAACdg/T4Wez62F0lQ/s400/DSCN2097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461106025368619762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photos of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I could really say about my birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say, and of course, my dreams and wishes are simple. I just hope everything in my life could be all smooth going. Anyways, thanks for all the wishes in Facebook. Somehow, the notification for birthdays in Facebook is a hell of a great thing. It just brings those long lost friends to actually wish you, and I really find it great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone. :) It's been a great 2010 for me. And of course, I hope that I could earn her heart. If she is reading this, I really wanna know you better, and of course, I am really anxious to eat the cake you promise to bake for me. Hee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers people!&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/3805660873082078031-6080415612011501483?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/6080415612011501483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=6080415612011501483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6080415612011501483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/6080415612011501483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8nBDPJFNSI/AAAAAAAACeQ/wQ9RseO9-io/s72-c/DSCN2087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-5448478981917011847</id><published>2010-04-14T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:25:22.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan's 21st Birthday</title><content type='html'>Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;I deeply wanna apologize to my blog and the readers for not  being a good blogger lately. My &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; exams pinched my ass so  tightly, I couldn't even find a space for myself to breathe. So, since  my exams are finally over,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; phew&lt;/span&gt;!  I think there isn't any other reasons for me to not update my blog  right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post about birthdays today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  me,&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. It just  makes people older. Each candles you blow off on a birthday cake just  shows how old you are. And as each candles slowly being blown off,  another year also follows the candles off. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Birthdays are the  days you get to spend it with your loves one, and also, to bond up with  them in the process. However, this year, also during Gatsby event, I will be  celebrating my birthday with my friends here, instead of celebrating my  birthday with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;.  Sorry, I am being emotional all over again. Anyways, I think I should  be concentrating on Tan's 21st Birthday celebration instead of my point  of view. My birthday is around the corner, but still, I ain't that happy as I can't celebrate my birthday with my family. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Caption moments. :)&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/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WnI2f35UI/AAAAAAAACdY/r2hOXr9L_aw/s1600/DSCN2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WnI2f35UI/AAAAAAAACdY/r2hOXr9L_aw/s400/DSCN2031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459953893766587714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Japanese restaurant we went. :)&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/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WnIm_aa4I/AAAAAAAACdQ/t7LNAW1_F9o/s1600/DSCN2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WnIm_aa4I/AAAAAAAACdQ/t7LNAW1_F9o/s400/DSCN2033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459953889603906434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The retards. :S&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WkuUuZQMI/AAAAAAAACc4/ZIs9MjVfAOM/s1600/DSCN2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WkuUuZQMI/AAAAAAAACc4/ZIs9MjVfAOM/s400/DSCN2034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459951239000834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those that went.&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/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WktwgpReI/AAAAAAAACcw/1STVCGTNxAo/s1600/DSCN2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WktwgpReI/AAAAAAAACcw/1STVCGTNxAo/s400/DSCN2036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459951229279487458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The menu. It's kinda pricey. If you wanna compare the price, just divide it with 2700. Currency thingy.&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/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8Wjds3qmsI/AAAAAAAACco/_aAULV25vMw/s1600/DSCN2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8Wjds3qmsI/AAAAAAAACco/_aAULV25vMw/s400/DSCN2038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459949853912767170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raw salmon. I think because of this, I am having diarrhea again. :S&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WjdQ_AOmI/AAAAAAAACcg/SQnL_9oXrNs/s1600/DSCN2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WjdQ_AOmI/AAAAAAAACcg/SQnL_9oXrNs/s400/DSCN2039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459949846427351650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vijay's salmon set.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WjdDN38sI/AAAAAAAACcY/hADUVIE2Gac/s1600/DSCN2041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WjdDN38sI/AAAAAAAACcY/hADUVIE2Gac/s400/DSCN2041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459949842731627202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khar Weoi's Pork Katsu set.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WjcqrLR5I/AAAAAAAACcQ/3ZQ0ay2JEsw/s1600/DSCN2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WjcqrLR5I/AAAAAAAACcQ/3ZQ0ay2JEsw/s400/DSCN2042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459949836143642514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ylaine's Curry Mee. I thought this is supposed to be served on rice, I didn't know they served this on noodles as well.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WjcH_1JnI/AAAAAAAACcI/Q3OrenS0lwE/s1600/DSCN2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WjcH_1JnI/AAAAAAAACcI/Q3OrenS0lwE/s400/DSCN2043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459949826835031666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sushi of the night.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8Wge6zL6xI/AAAAAAAACbo/K8C_T54ckyE/s1600/DSCN2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8Wge6zL6xI/AAAAAAAACbo/K8C_T54ckyE/s400/DSCN2045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459946576297061138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgotten what is this.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WgeTvgd4I/AAAAAAAACbg/zF_3AhJgzKs/s1600/DSCN2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WgeTvgd4I/AAAAAAAACbg/zF_3AhJgzKs/s400/DSCN2046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459946565812647810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally,&lt;br /&gt;My Soba Tempura set.&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/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8Wcv68xS_I/AAAAAAAACbY/LOA9gJggn4Q/s1600/DSCN2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8Wcv68xS_I/AAAAAAAACbY/LOA9gJggn4Q/s400/DSCN2053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459942470348524530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhore sikit. xD&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/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WcveYTdlI/AAAAAAAACbQ/tA6wQflJdCM/s1600/DSCN2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WcveYTdlI/AAAAAAAACbQ/tA6wQflJdCM/s400/DSCN2061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459942462679381586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Errr...&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8Wcu8VS-mI/AAAAAAAACbI/Hk6zq2uI8dU/s1600/DSCN2066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8Wcu8VS-mI/AAAAAAAACbI/Hk6zq2uI8dU/s400/DSCN2066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459942453539961442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday boy! He is Tan (in the title) by the way. :X&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WcubtGivI/AAAAAAAACbA/OocTckyuckQ/s1600/DSCN2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WcubtGivI/AAAAAAAACbA/OocTckyuckQ/s400/DSCN2070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459942444781439730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I somehow looked kinda horny here.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WcuBmuBWI/AAAAAAAACa4/EbQmpU5cIig/s1600/DSCN2078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WcuBmuBWI/AAAAAAAACa4/EbQmpU5cIig/s400/DSCN2078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459942437775344994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, the last picture of the day. Me &lt;s&gt;raping&lt;/s&gt; consuming the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, practically, the Japanese food was all sponsored by Tan himself. Took him around RM400 ringgit for a dinner only.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gulp&lt;/span&gt;. And on this Friday night, I am hosting my 21st birthday celebration as well. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zzz&lt;/span&gt;. I think it is also going to be pricey, but whatever, my parents agreed on it already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, don't ask me why his name is Tan. Don't you people find calling others by their surname catchy nowadays? Mine works fine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I don't get what's wrong calling others by their surname, so don't ask me why. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all. Stay tune for my next post? :) Cheers!&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/3805660873082078031-5448478981917011847?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/5448478981917011847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=5448478981917011847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5448478981917011847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/5448478981917011847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/tans-21st-birthday.html' title='Tan&apos;s 21st Birthday'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S8WnI2f35UI/AAAAAAAACdY/r2hOXr9L_aw/s72-c/DSCN2031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3805660873082078031.post-2675284526295243618</id><published>2010-04-09T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:53:55.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel and Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S77b3HiQq4I/AAAAAAAACaw/Wp4E83gYXIg/s1600/ahhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S77b3HiQq4I/AAAAAAAACaw/Wp4E83gYXIg/s400/ahhh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458041538381654914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bad cropping due to the sunlight differences. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Epic failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So who do you support?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angelical&lt;/span&gt; part of you? Or the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devil&lt;/span&gt; within you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;I choose being me alone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3805660873082078031-2675284526295243618?l=bay-is-emo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/feeds/2675284526295243618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3805660873082078031&amp;postID=2675284526295243618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2675284526295243618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3805660873082078031/posts/default/2675284526295243618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bay-is-emo.blogspot.com/2010/04/angel-and-devil.html' title='Angel and Devil'/><author><name>Mr.Emo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678498247086790359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S9wZCF94asI/AAAAAAAACiY/iluTgU-c-eM/S220/ahhh.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qQ4GO0M9LYQ/S77b3HiQq4I/AAAAAAAACaw/Wp4E83gYXIg/s72-c/ahhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
