<?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-5768555262916606977</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:32:56.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loverboy1988's paradise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-8802356308677001862</id><published>2010-02-02T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T02:01:19.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you hear about...</title><content type='html'>Finally i'm back online. Bledi laptop has been giving me problems lately. Sad to say, i'm gonna purge my food blog and remake it. I seem to have a content problem there. So...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'M STARTING ANEW~!&lt;/span&gt; xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find people to be authors of my blog and be a good food critique... xP If, just if, anyone out there is a self-proclaimed food critique, then send in ur resumes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loverboy1988@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt; to join my crew. Limited spaces available. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Requirement, must be 18 and above, good at tasting food, willing to spend time to taste food, willing to write (and if possible take pictures) about the food, and fun to be around.&lt;/span&gt; xP &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;If just say you want to join but as a contributor only, send your article about the food to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loverboy1988@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;and if it really is up to standard, then we'll publish it for you. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nextly, life updates. Apparently she rejected me, i feel so dejected. Now i have no idea as to why she isn't replying my messages anymore. &gt;.&lt;'ll Could it be she found someone new that she had to reject my love? T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;On a lighter note. I spent 2 weekends watching horror movies wid Jamie. Even though i have seen it and remember most of the parts, the entertainment in watching the movie with her is not watching the movie itself but more of the scaring her part... xP At the end of the 1st week, we (or rather she watched) 5 episodes of Coma (i was mostly distracting her and scaring her, and fell asleep at the 3rd episode). Then just a few days ago, we (or rather she [again] watched) Saw 1-5, but both of us fell asleep on the sofa (me- Saw 3; she- Saw 4) and we slept until 8am. Lol~~~! Then we both woke up a while just to turn off her laptop (which was soooooo~~~ minute) then went back to sleep until 12pm. After setting everything back to where it was, i set on home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;OWH~! BTW~! Jamie is my tutorialmate/assignmentmate/lecturemate/debatemate/discussionmate/coursemate (pick any one) xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a lot. But what the heck, i dun seem to get bored of her. Lol~! And that's saying something since i get bored easily of seeing people too many times (except gf la~~~... xP) and i see her everyday. LOL~! I somewhat spend almost all of my time with her be it in campus or my waking hours. Lolz~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ZOMG~~~...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Have i fallen for her~~~...??? :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, i'm confused now. Signing off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-8802356308677001862?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/8802356308677001862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=8802356308677001862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/8802356308677001862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/8802356308677001862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2010/02/did-you-hear-about.html' title='Did you hear about...'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-5630235149489422723</id><published>2009-11-19T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:29:19.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on my life so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've finally moved on with my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The girl i used to like is so 7 years ago news.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've a new target.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So far, it's according to plan...more or less...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be seeing her on Friday for lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She shows no negative reactions to me wooing her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate my laptop for not being able to go on9 all of a sudden... =='ll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new target is very difficult to hit and get a bull's eye... =='ll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It'll be psychotically hard to evade familiar faces when i go see her on Friday for lunch... =='ll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She shows no reactions to me wooing her...at all... =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The Ugly Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interesting enough, i'm not using human psychology to get this new target.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep thinking about her and the happy moments spent together. I'm not even able to concentrate on whatever i'm doing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tend to relate certain things to the moments spent with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep experiencing an overwhelming urge that she should be happy and comfortable and should not be troubled by anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel that no person is more attractive than her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to spend more time with her. I want to be alone and think more about her. Even though I'm surrounded by friends, i'm constantly thinking about being with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm missing her most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-5630235149489422723?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/5630235149489422723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=5630235149489422723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/5630235149489422723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/5630235149489422723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/11/updates-on-my-life-so-far.html' title='Updates on my life so far...'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-7904936241429169958</id><published>2009-09-23T15:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:39:58.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update post (During my "well deserved" rest time)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1st of all, i would like to say sorry to my "Jie Jie Cheryl Yong Yung Ping" for forgetting to wish her once in a lifetime "Happy 21st Birthday". Sorry la "sis", your "di di" very the busy with his exams la... Rush study like hell adi... :(&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/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SrnMxEFa9iI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5y8jFW7fO_8/s1600-h/cheryl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SrnMxEFa9iI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5y8jFW7fO_8/s400/cheryl3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384559972780275234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Cheryl. ^^&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/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SrnMw3IdhfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uGHdfF4zYqI/s1600-h/cheryl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SrnMw3IdhfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uGHdfF4zYqI/s400/cheryl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384559969303365106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and James Liung&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/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SrnMwJ-y_oI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yIyfjaO3R-g/s1600-h/cheryl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SrnMwJ-y_oI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yIyfjaO3R-g/s400/cheryl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384559957183233666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and James Liung Shen Loong&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/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SrnMvn6S4iI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_1AYggZKcFQ/s1600-h/cheryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SrnMvn6S4iI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_1AYggZKcFQ/s400/cheryl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384559948037546530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty "Jie Jie"... xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, now that that is done, lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so frustrated with my exams and my stupidity anyway... I brought back my laptop with all my notes, and guess what... I was &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;dumb&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;absent-minded&lt;/s&gt; spastic enough to forget to bring back my adapter for my laptop back here. =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Then i have to waste money going to A-Station to study for my exams. Haiz. =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off to go &lt;s&gt;study&lt;/s&gt; stare at my notes. =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Reference and Acknowledgement: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2702880&amp;amp;id=594577468#/profile.php?id=594577468&amp;amp;v=photos"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2702880&amp;amp;id=594577468#/profile.php?id=594577468&amp;amp;v=photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-7904936241429169958?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/7904936241429169958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=7904936241429169958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/7904936241429169958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/7904936241429169958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-post-during-my-well-deserved.html' title='Update post (During my &quot;well deserved&quot; rest time)'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SrnMxEFa9iI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5y8jFW7fO_8/s72-c/cheryl3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-4147513651318035387</id><published>2009-09-11T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:08:19.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrah for me... xP</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is my last day working (temporarily). Stopping to do my exams next week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I talked to the prettiest girl in the company for between 15mins-30mins at least. xP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sonia paid more attention to me... At least the most in the 2 weeks i was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;work was less taxing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I was allowed to stop keying in data earlier today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Saraswathy says my love life is like a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;added her on Facebook, waiting for the confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Mae Ryn was so pretty and sweet today. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;You are reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;looking forward to coming back and working again with her around. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lily says i should speak my mind more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I shall treasure the time i spent talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Found someone to entertain me from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Expecting her to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-4147513651318035387?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/4147513651318035387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=4147513651318035387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/4147513651318035387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/4147513651318035387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/09/hurrah-for-me-xp.html' title='Hurrah for me... xP'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-3999491585219830656</id><published>2009-09-10T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:48:13.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unanswered until now. =='ll</title><content type='html'>Question 1:&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to find out on the 2nd last day of working that the prettiest girl in the company works on the 3rd floor and that i know her? =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2:&lt;br /&gt;"Silence is golden", as they say, and "Action speaks louder than words". But why is it that some girls do not actually realise a guy actually likes them by seeing what the guy does for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3:&lt;br /&gt;(Connected partially to Question 2)&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls think that guys are just joking when they do actually tell girls that they like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4:&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that girls would rather hang on to a relationship that shows so clearly that the guy doesn't deserve them than moving on to someone who actually cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 5:&lt;br /&gt;Why are girls so blind to the loyalty of a guy who has waited for 7 years for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 6:&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that girls actually take guys who really really (i stress "REALLY") really really care for them as "nothing more than friends" but would go for the guys who clearly just want to "get into their pants"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 7:&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls show the "I'm not interested" sign when guys approach them, but has the "come and get me" sign when guys don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 8:&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls go for the "Bad guys", but takes the "Good guys" home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 9:&lt;br /&gt;Why are girls so oblivious to the guys who stands beside them through "thick and thin"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 10:&lt;br /&gt;Why do girls like guys in secret and never tell them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 11:&lt;br /&gt;Just how is it that my advise on dating tips work on everyone else but not myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 12:&lt;br /&gt;How is it that a guy that has been waiting for a girl 7 years, not at least have a meal with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 13:&lt;br /&gt;How is it that liking someone for 7 years a unbelievable and a dumb thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 14:&lt;br /&gt;Which should be chosen?&lt;br /&gt;a) A guy who has waited 7 years for a girl he likes so much and is willing to continue waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;b) A guy that makes the girl he met not too long ago feel like she is loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone out there please clarify all of the above? =='ll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-3999491585219830656?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/3999491585219830656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=3999491585219830656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/3999491585219830656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/3999491585219830656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/09/unanswered-until-now-ll.html' title='Unanswered until now. ==&apos;ll'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-1510141641141400373</id><published>2009-06-24T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:45:47.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ test...</title><content type='html'>Today since i was so bored in between my classes i actually took iq tests. Not that it wasn't boring either but then again i was too lazy to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Free IQ Tests" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Free IQ Tests" src="http://www.free-iqtest.net/images/badges2/l136.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-IQTest.net - &lt;a title="Free IQ Tests" href="http://www.free-iqtest.net/"&gt;Free IQ Tests&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-1510141641141400373?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/1510141641141400373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=1510141641141400373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/1510141641141400373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/1510141641141400373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/06/iq-test.html' title='IQ test...'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-6543339520908235913</id><published>2009-06-19T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:26:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my internet.</title><content type='html'>I like so totally hate my internet at the moment. The internet at my hostel SUX to the max. I can't even access the bloody internet. Meaning no MSN, no &lt;s&gt;stalking&lt;/s&gt; viewing people's blogs, &lt;s&gt;spamming&lt;/s&gt; commenting on people's blogs. Damn. I can't even study right, Goddammit... =='ll Tat's all for now. GTG class... Grrr~~~~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-6543339520908235913?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/6543339520908235913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=6543339520908235913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/6543339520908235913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/6543339520908235913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-my-internet.html' title='I hate my internet.'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-2593816772719413657</id><published>2009-06-06T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:18:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First CG of the new semester. xP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTwXeefTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DZzLcd7XWmg/s1600-h/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTwXeefTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DZzLcd7XWmg/s400/IMG_0979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344175998229183794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon's 19th Birthday&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/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTwScw6XI/AAAAAAAAAPY/prI-yB3aGzI/s1600-h/IMG_0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTwScw6XI/AAAAAAAAAPY/prI-yB3aGzI/s400/IMG_0938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344175996879825266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorcas and other 2 CG sisters.&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/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTwOHmlnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/N3Jam62XNGg/s1600-h/IMG_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTwOHmlnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/N3Jam62XNGg/s400/IMG_0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344175995717326450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denniz spelling Joanna's name with 3 dots behind using his ass... xP&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/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTvwmNPQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/deIgeXvBXwo/s1600-h/IMG_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTvwmNPQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/deIgeXvBXwo/s400/IMG_0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344175987792624898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken dance...&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/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTvpVquXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/J6O6sNJk7jM/s1600-h/IMG_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTvpVquXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/J6O6sNJk7jM/s400/IMG_0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344175985844205938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Dorcas, Kelvin, Jeffry, Lydia and Denniz doing chicken dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-2593816772719413657?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/2593816772719413657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=2593816772719413657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/2593816772719413657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/2593816772719413657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-cg-of-new-semester-xp.html' title='First CG of the new semester. xP'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SipTwXeefTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DZzLcd7XWmg/s72-c/IMG_0979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-8888216451537766045</id><published>2009-05-31T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:18:29.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, light is shone on the ridiculous matter.</title><content type='html'>Finally after days and days of &lt;s&gt;pondering&lt;/s&gt; researching, i finally figured out the meaning of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"they like but they dislike, they love but they hate. Or to put it in another way, they like because they dislike, they love because they hate."&lt;/span&gt;. The answer was so simple that i overlooked it, or i would have found out the answer earlier. &gt;.&lt; &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;BALANCE&lt;/s&gt; EQUALITY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of everything. x.X I mean like who &lt;s&gt;would&lt;/s&gt; couldn't have guessed that? Anyone could have guessed equilibrium, but no~..., had to find more complicated solution than that, to which when the obvious smacks us right in the face, it hurts even when the bruises heal. (Ei, damn malu case wei... I work on it so hard and the answer was the most obvious. In fact, i was staring at it for the past few days without realising that that was the answer.) (Ed's note: The "We must always reach an equilibrium between the risk and benefit in the decisions we make" message was on the desktop wallpaper. x.X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i guess that is all, i am juz to tired from straining and wringing my brains just to find the most obvious answer...not to mention i m disappointed wid myself. Anyway, Ling Yi left for Kampar for camp on the 30th already. Whilst i m going back on the 31th. xP Mayb if i m lucky and if &lt;s&gt;fated&lt;/s&gt; it's God's will, i'll meet her there. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off to wallow in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-8888216451537766045?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/8888216451537766045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=8888216451537766045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/8888216451537766045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/8888216451537766045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-light-is-shone-on-ridiculous.html' title='Finally, light is shone on the ridiculous matter.'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-1176817071988809519</id><published>2009-05-27T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:27:37.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like BUT Dislike, Love BUT Hate. I am like so confused now. x.X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, here's the thing that i don't get about the people i &lt;s&gt; meet &lt;/s&gt; met earlier today when i went for &lt;s&gt;breakfast&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;lunch&lt;/s&gt; brunch. Since it was like so packed at the SS19 shop, Parkway Restaurant if i m not mistaken. Then since it was like so packed, i shared a table with 4 other people. 2 couples, 2 &lt;s&gt;old hags&lt;/s&gt; mature ladies, and 2 &lt;s&gt;old pricks&lt;/s&gt; mature gentlemen. Either they already known each other for damn long or they just trying to make conversation. (I couldn't be bothered either way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;They were chatting about life and all (how good it was in the good old days, etc etc.), while i was quietly eating my fried kuey teow. I wasn't paying attention to what was said because i was more interested in what to eat next. xP (Ed's note: Gluttony is one of the seven sins, pls dun try this at home.) And thus decided on eating Jawa Mee. (They were still &lt;s&gt;yakking&lt;/s&gt; discussing, but i couldn't care less.) Then the subject and content of their conversation caught my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;They were talking about "relationships", something that i will not say i m good at, but at least i am competant (Ed's note: Author only knows how to preach about relationships how 2 maintain relationships, and it really works, except for him. Sad rite? =='ll). So i became very interested and joined in their conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I was very intrigued by what they had to say about relationships, though i admit i do not agree with all that was said but still, i had to drive some facts into their &lt;s&gt;"Parkinson's Deseased" brains&lt;/s&gt; line of thoughts, and at that moment, i agreed with the person who said "You can't teach old &lt;s&gt;bitches&lt;/s&gt; dogs new tricks. (Ed's note: They lost their patience with the author after arguing for 30mins.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;AND~~~~... This is where i heard it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;You know, children these days, they like but they dislike, they love but they hate. Or to put it in another way, they like because they dislike, they love because they hate.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;HOLY CRAP!!! Either i am dumb and should drop out of University, or this line does not make sense. I was too stunned analyzing that sentence that i couldn't retort. They paid their bill and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I walked back to the hse dazed and spent the rest of the day sleeping on it, analyzing it and juz plain thinking about it. I just don't understand what they meant by that. If u are as dazzled as i am, when i find the answer, i'll tell you all. The rest of my day was pretty much uneventful. x.X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, i am beat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Off to sleep on that quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;CYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. I'm feeling blue today, therefore my font is in blue. xP (except for the quote...) xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-1176817071988809519?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/1176817071988809519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=1176817071988809519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/1176817071988809519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/1176817071988809519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-but-dislike-love-but-hate-i-am.html' title='Like BUT Dislike, Love BUT Hate. I am like so confused now. x.X'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-4417499212751664942</id><published>2009-05-26T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:56:58.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ling Yi's Vulgar Day... xP</title><content type='html'>Today officially marks a new celebration called the "Ling Yi's Vulgar Day" (Ed's note: It's an inside joke, i dun blame you if u dun get the joke.) -nudges Ling Yi and Hazel- xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... &lt;s&gt;HAPPY LING YI'S VULGAR DAY, EVERYBODY~~~!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish~... That was like so lame...even for me... =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, look what i found. Bet all u "anti-Simon Cowell" were hoping 2 do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Gm8T-YNX84&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/_Gm8T-YNX84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he could fit in your blenders. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who watches the Soul Eater series, here is something i found on youtube specially for you. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gTqaF0Kr40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1gTqaF0Kr40&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who dun noe, that is Excalibur, the most annoying character in Soul Eater, he dances, he talks crap (example: 1st he goes like, "I start my mornings with morning coffee", then he goes "I like to spend my afternoons with afternoon coffee", and "At night, i wear pajamas". =='ll See how unrelated and absurd this fella is.) and he keeps going "Baka! Baka!" all the time, he only drinks "Kopi Luwak" coffee, and last but not least, to own him you have to fulfil the conditions of the "1000 item contract" which includes listening to his 5-hour lecture everyday. =='ll How God damn annoying is that? =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, in case u didn't know what is "Kopi Luwak" coffee, here i included the explaination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Kopi Luwak coffee comes from the Indonesian island of Sumatra, an area well-known for its excellent coffee. Also native to the area is a small civit-like animal called a &lt;i&gt;Paradoxurus&lt;/i&gt;. That's the scientific name, the locals call them &lt;i&gt;luwaks.&lt;/i&gt; These little mammals live in the trees and one of their favorite foods is the red, ripe coffee cherry. They eat the cherries, bean and all. While the bean is in the little guy's stomach, it undergoes chemical treatments and fermentations. The bean finishes its journey through the digestive system, and exits. The still-intact beans are collected from the forest floor, and are cleaned, then roasted and ground just like any other coffee.&lt;p&gt;  The resulting coffee is said to be like no other. It has a rich, heavy flavour with hints of caramel or chocolate. Other  terms used to describe it are earthy, musty and exotic. The body is almost syrupy and it's very smooth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; One must wonder about the circumstances that brought about the first cup of Kopi Luwak coffee. Who would think to (or even want to) collect and roast beans out of animal feces? Perhaps a native figured it was easier to collect the beans from the ground this way, rather than having to work harder and pick them from the trees? We'll likely never know. But because of the strange method of collecting, there isn't much Kopi Luwak produced in the world. The average total annual production is only around 500 pounds of beans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Because of the rarity of this coffee,  the price is quite outrageous. If you can find a vendor, the current  cost for a pound of Kopi Luwak is around $300 or more. Some more adventurous coffee houses are  selling it by the cup, but you won't likely find it at your local coffee shop just yet. The coffee  isn't so spectacular that it's truly worth that amount of money. You are paying for the  experience of enjoying such an unusual and rare delicacy. &lt;/p&gt;  AnimalCoffee.com offers a gift box of Kopi Luwak coffee, that would be a great gift for any coffee lover.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So~~~~... Ling Yi, care to try drinking it? xP U can add some caramel in it and see if it tastes nice or not. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently trying to finish a story i am writing but i cant find any inspiration to do anything at the moment, i am like just at the 1st chapter at the moment. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off to get back to my book then. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya. xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-4417499212751664942?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/4417499212751664942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=4417499212751664942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/4417499212751664942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/4417499212751664942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/05/ling-yis-vulgar-day-xp.html' title='Ling Yi&apos;s Vulgar Day... xP'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-1242073248924659797</id><published>2009-05-24T02:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:50:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm falling...falling...falling...in this endless abyss. x.X</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1stly, let me juz clarify the statement above. I can't believe me of all people in the world, can fall for a girl like her in the whole universe~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now tat i got tat clarified. Lets continue shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The following conversation took place in the car on the way back from lunch with my sister's at the "Lorong Seratus Tahun" in Taipan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sister: Ei kor... Is there something wrong wid u arrr? Everytime when got CLY around, u act damn weird wei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: Nothing wrong la, your eyes got problem oni. U dah la blurrr...somemore 1 2 accuse me of acting weird......btw, juz for the sake of argument, very obvious meh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sister: Dun make me call her in here and interrogate u in front of her. Tell me now, u like her izit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: Nola, u crazy arrr~? I how old she how old? Come on la, got age difference of 5 years wei~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sister: SO~?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: So what? I dahlah much much older than her, lagi stay damn far away leh~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sister: SO~?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: Nothing la~. Damn busybody la u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sister: -thinks for a while- hmmm~... I wonder, what is her favorite color arrr~?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: -without hesitation- Duh~! Yellow, like duh~~~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sister: -looks at me with narrow eyes- So you knew huh~?! I knew those chrisanthimums that you bought and brought along was a little "too-lucky-a-guess"... Admit it now, you like her don't you? -smiling mischieviously- Don't worry i won't tell her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: Oh man... -mutters (I kind of like her a bit lo~)- Damn long queue rite for a saturday? -slapped by sister (FFS! Dun change the subject.)- Okay okay, i admit. I like your best-friend, okay? Sheesh! Can't you see i'm like driving, if i crash how? Grrr!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we started talking about CLY more and more, and now, i can't sleep cause she is in my line of thoughts until i can't exactly "shut down" fully. -muttering (i wonder what she is doing now.)- -slaps ownself (God! What am i doing? I'm fantasizing about a 16 y/o girl!!!!)- She's quite pretty, smart and cute la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OmG!!! Owh well, if you can't beat em, join em...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Off to fantasize more of CLY. xP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.s. Anyway, if i get a picture of her together wid me, i'll put it up. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I am falling,&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than in any hole in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I am just falling and falling,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that the story of us will unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever take me for real,&lt;br /&gt;Or am I forever a clown in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I fit the bill,&lt;br /&gt;But i believe the relationship will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first saw you that Monday night,&lt;br /&gt;You captivated me with nothing more than a smile.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i am your Mr. Right,&lt;br /&gt;But what i know is I can always make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I might not admit this in person,&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have fallen for you.&lt;br /&gt;With nothing but good intentions in hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this poem specially for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-1242073248924659797?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/1242073248924659797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=1242073248924659797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/1242073248924659797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/1242073248924659797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-fallingfallingfallingin-this-endless.html' title='I&apos;m falling...falling...falling...in this endless abyss. x.X'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-4973053295367042706</id><published>2009-04-23T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:10:02.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Started Learning Something New.</title><content type='html'>I just started learning alchemy. Yup, no spelling error, Alchemy not chemistry. And it is going much tougher than i thought. So... Soon, i am going to have an Alchemist title to my name. ^^ To tell you frankly, psycological alchemy is easier than the rest, and i am starting to hate material alchemy the most. I totally feel like it is a pain in the hind-side. =='ll My silver doesn't turn fully into gold and my mercury doesn't have the characteristics of silver. I am learning advance Psychological Alchemy already, because i passed the exam for it. FYI, it was the only alchemy exam i took without really studying for and got a merit. So, i am advance in the Psycological Alchemy and basic in the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, i realised that people often mistaken alchemy for Magic or Miracles. Like this morning when i was conducting an experiment and this lady came along and volunteered to join in. I practiced Psycological Alchemy on her and she said that she felt "lighter" all of a sudden after i finish and proclaimed that i had incurred a miracle upon her life. o.O Or when someone saw me transmutating sulphur into a mini air-triggered firecracker/dinamite. That passerby clapped and said that i am a "Magician". When i explained that i am not a magician but an alchemist, he said, "Not same 1 meh?" o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REPEAT FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL, I AM AN ALCHEMIST NOT A MAGICIAN OR A MIRACLE HEALER...!!! =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! Why is it so hard for people to understand that an alchemist is not a magician or a miracle healer...? =='ll That's all for now, going back to my studies of math and social psycology... =='ll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-4973053295367042706?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/4973053295367042706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=4973053295367042706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/4973053295367042706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/4973053295367042706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-started-learning-something-new.html' title='I Just Started Learning Something New.'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-4616624375851174367</id><published>2009-04-20T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:17:07.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Week has started... x.X</title><content type='html'>Oh crap, my exams are really around the corner. First exam is FCCM1703 (Mathematics For Business and Social Sciences.)(p.s. I have no idea why they would want to impose this torture on Arts and Social Science students... =='ll) on the 25th of April 2009 and on the 29th of April 2009, I have FAPP1003 (Social Psychology). Both exams are 2 hours, both starting at 1400-1600. Sad thing is...I HAVEN'T STARTED STUDYING YET!!!...-freaks out and crashes into a wall, got dizzy, walked out of the room, rolled down the stairs and out the front door- OUCH!!!!! -climbs back upstairs, open room door, enter and sit down- I'm back. Bruised but not broken yet~~! =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as promised, i will upload the picture of my new, normal, cheap but worth-it shoes... =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/Sex1TRsYQGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BmTqcB1Et8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/Sex1TRsYQGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BmTqcB1Et8Q/s400/IMG_0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761433299959906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Frontal view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/Sex1TTEUFBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jSJEXegyKAc/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/Sex1TTEUFBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/jSJEXegyKAc/s400/IMG_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761433668785170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Side View (pls dun mind the laptop behind there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/Sex1TBwr0zI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QYlfT1BhVfU/s1600-h/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; font-family: arial;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/Sex1TBwr0zI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QYlfT1BhVfU/s400/IMG_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326761429023052594" border="0" /&gt;Top View&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. thats all for now... I am just too hungry, nervous, hungry, and all. So, i cant continue. xP Till next time, cya. xD&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/5768555262916606977-4616624375851174367?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/4616624375851174367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=4616624375851174367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/4616624375851174367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/4616624375851174367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/04/study-week-has-started-xx.html' title='Study Week has started... x.X'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/Sex1TRsYQGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BmTqcB1Et8Q/s72-c/IMG_0770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-6276499841919155774</id><published>2009-04-17T03:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:48:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... I have some things settled out.</title><content type='html'>Okay... First of all, i am glad to announce i am back in my house. Finally!!! Lolz... And 2 make me more proud, i tuned my guitar to perfection. xD Those listening trainings finally paid off after suffering for a few long years of stupitifying screeching noise and deafening ruckus. =='ll Owh btw, i was back since the 16th... but internet couldnt be used until just. And thanks to the idiot who stole my shoe, i now have to buy a new pair of shoes. =='ll Will upload it when i have the time. And study week is coming soon... -shiver- Scared. =='ll Okay, thats all 4 2day... This is just a filler post. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-6276499841919155774?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/6276499841919155774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=6276499841919155774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/6276499841919155774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/6276499841919155774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-i-have-some-things-settled-out.html' title='Finally... I have some things settled out.'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-8852196091401863644</id><published>2009-04-12T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:10:01.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED ALERT!!!!</title><content type='html'>Holy crap! My room has been declared unsafe for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inhabiting&lt;/span&gt;... o.O'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz my room has 2 plug points, 1 blew out in the storm a few days ago (p.s. in case u were wondering, no, there was nothing plugged in at that time) and the other juz this morning. o.O'll but the 1 this morning was even scarier... =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it blew out with a loud bang and sent sparks out, the sparks fell on my Social Psychology notes and the notes caught fire. I fell out of bed, injured my left shoulder and tried to put out the fire... Even though i managed 2 put out the fire, my notes was singed. =='ll Chapter 1 n 2 burned, and Chapter 3 onward was a blur because of the water... =='ll I went to Danish House Sdn Bhd 2 complain. They sent a techician/electrician over (p.s. actually, they sent 3 over but only one was doing the work), and turn off the power source b4 working on the plug points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he put the power back on and put his testpen into the socket. at first there was no light, then there was light and it got brighter and brighter until the bulb in the test pen exploded and one of the sockets in my 5-port extention wire smoked up. He declared to me tat my room will be fixed on Monday, and that until then my room isn't safe. =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it looks like i will be staying at Grand Kampar Hotel for the next few days. =='ll Oh well, life is so full of unexpected things anyway... =='ll Owh yeah, i am typing this post in a cyber cafe by the name of  A-Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, i m not really in the mood for blogging anyway. And i pray that Cherrie will get well soon from her bad "TB-like" cough. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-8852196091401863644?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/8852196091401863644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=8852196091401863644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/8852196091401863644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/8852196091401863644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-alert.html' title='RED ALERT!!!!'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-1328662593729852931</id><published>2009-04-10T00:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:25:45.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD DAMN S**T!</title><content type='html'>Let me open this post by saying, -ahem-, "GOD DAMN SHIT!" =='ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, let me explain why. Some god damned a******e stole my shoes from inside my hse. Now i lost my white Nike running shoe. :'( Now i got no running shoe to wear adi. :( I juz wore the shoes for less than half a year oni. Still look brand new 1 leh... x.X -sobs...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now i am watching "The Strangers" the unrated and director's cut... xP Put on loud speaker some more... o~O'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One hour and forty-five minutes passed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG! i dunno what the storyline is about... i was looking without seeing and hearing without listening. LOL! But here is a synopsis of the movie. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A young couple (James and Kristen) are staying at a summer retreat are faced with a night of psychological terror. As the night goes on the reality of what will come, is more terrifying than anything both could have imagined. The couple realise that they have not even heard a dog bark since they arrived and the place is truly isolated. Suddenly, at 4am, there is a knock at the door. A mysterious girl asks if someone is home and she is told it is the wrong house. When James goes to buy cigarettes, Kristen is terrorised by a silent intruder. When James returns he realises all is not well within the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Three strangers enter the property and terrorise the couple along with a visitor. Based on true life events, this movie outlines the terrifying experiences the couple go through during their night of hell at the hands of the three strangers. The strangers are masked and silent in their vigil of terror over the couple. Things are moved, things go missing and cars are vandalised. It's a seat gripper but rather slow and obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movie!!!! xD Get Smart... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One and a half hour passed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O'll Okay, i juz got smarter? Lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maxwell Smart (Steve Carell), the top analyst of the top secret American intelligence agency CONTROL, hopes to become a field agent like his idol, Agent 23 (Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson), but despite scoring extremely well in the acceptance tests Max is denied the promotion because the Chief of CONTROL (Alan Arkin) thinks Max is too valuable in his present assignment. This changes when CONTROL headquarters is attacked by their arch-enemy, the terrorist organization KAOS, led by a man known only as Siegfried (Terence Stamp). As a result, almost all of CONTROL's agents are exposed and killed. Max becomes Agent 86 and is partnered with Agent 99 (Anne Hathaway), whose recent plastic surgery has protected her identity, while former field operatives like 23 are demoted to desk jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Max and 99 travel to Russia on a mission to determine how KAOS has been getting nuclear weapons. Along the way, Max slowly proves to 99 that despite his inexperience and clumsiness he is actually a good field agent. Max also begins to show, as does 99, that he has slight feelings for her, and she for him. However, 99 does not want to have a relationship with any agent, as she previously blew a mission due to her being in a relationship with a partner (as it turns out, Agent 23). The pair try to infiltrate KAOS's Moscow nuclear weapons factory, which is disguised as a bakery, and even though Siegfried has been expecting them, Max and 99 overpower the guards and plant explosives that will bury the nuclear weapons under rubble. Max even saves both 99's life and his own by helping one of Siegfried's henchmen, a man named Dalip (Dalip Singh), with his marital problems using information gleaned from his analyst work. The Chief sends 23 to oversee clean-up of the bakery, but 23 reports that he has found no evidence of nuclear weapons, causing CONTROL (and an upset 99) to believe that Max is a double agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Siegfried reveals that KAOS has distributed nuclear weapons to unstable dictators, and will supply them with the activation codes unless the American Government pays him $200 billion, and decides to establish the credibility of his threat by destroying Los Angeles with a nuclear bomb during the President's visit. The Vice-President doesn't believe CONTROL's claims that KAOS is a serious threat so the Chief, 99 and 23 go there to try and personally convince the President, to no avail. Dalip sends Max (who is in custody in Washington D.C.) a tip-off about the bomb via a radio call-in show, so Max escapes custody, equips himself with vintage items from the CONTROL museum (such as the shoe phone) and travels to Los Angeles himself to meet with the Chief and tell him about the bomb. Agent 23 doesn't believe Max's claims or his innocence because he has a crush on agent 99, even though the Chief and 99 do. This, plus the fact that Max detects trace radiation on 23 (who had walked through the Moscow nuclear facility), causes Max to realize that 23 is the double agent. 23 takes 99 hostage and flees with the bomb's remote detonator, and Max and the Chief give chase. 23 ties 99's hands tightly together and locks her in his car. Max and the Chief save 99, with Smart kissing Agent 23, which was a trick to distract him and kicks him into the now flaming, track-led government GMC Yukon. When Max and 99 are stuck to the car, Max saves 99 by throwing her to the ground while he tries to cut himself free. 99 looks up and sees the car destroyed by the oncoming train, believing Max and 23 to be killed. 99, extremely upset about Max's death, says out loud that she wished they had more time together too, an answer to a question Max asked her earlier. Suddenly, Max appears, shocking her, saying he "missed it by that much." 99 kisses Max. The three realize that the bomb, hidden in Walt Disney Concert Hall where the President is attending a concert, will be triggered when the orchestra plays the final notes of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy". Reaching the Hall just in time, Max tackles the conductor, stopping the orchestra and stopping the bomb. However, the orchestra is doubtful that there was a bomb and the guards ridicule Maxwell. Maxwell guesses correctly that the bomb was under the piano and shocks the guards. During Siegfried's escape, the terror mastermind insults Dalip once too often and Dalip throws him out of their car off a bridge and into a river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The heroes celebrate their success in CONTROL headquarters. The President is very impressed with the agency, especially Max's heroics. Max and 99 begin not-so-secretly dating and have bought a puppy, named Fang. Bruce and Lloyd get a little payback on a bullying field agent via the introduction of Hymie the Robot. The film ends with Max and 99 leaving CONTROL through the set of high-tech security doors; of course, Max can't leave the last door (which doesn't close) alone and repairs it with his pocket knife, causing the door to close on him and a mini harpoon to stick him in the cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;(P.S. I agree with Cherrie (or was it someone else that wrote in their blog) about the kiss... DISGUSTING~~~~!!!! UWEKKKK~~~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... The next movie i am going to watch is..."Jeepers Creepers" o.O'll (Sheesh! Wad sad excuse of a lame name of a movie is this? Totally lamo~! =='ll)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One hour forty five minutes passed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP!!!! (I totally regret calling it lame... -shivers- I nearly wet my pants in the corner...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Trish (&lt;a href="http://www.cinema.com/people/011/392/gina-philips/filmography.phtml"&gt;Gina Philips&lt;/a&gt;) and her younger brother Darry (&lt;a href="http://www.cinema.com/people/011/393/justin-long/filmography.phtml"&gt;Justin Long&lt;/a&gt;) are passing the hours on their long drive home for spring break as they always do - bickering, insulting each other and enjoying every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they speed down the seemingly endless country road, they spot an ancient, creepy-looking van approaching in the rear-view mirror. The van suddenly accelerates, practically running them off the highway, its weird horn wailing. As it zooms off, Trish and Darry notice its odd license plate -- &lt;span class="iq"&gt;"BEATINGU. "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recovering from the scare and mumbling about in-bred rural psychopaths, they remind each other of the legend of Kenny and Darla, two kids from their old high school who disappeared along this stretch of road more than twenty years earlier. As the story goes, they found their car, but never their bodies. ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As they drive on, Trish and Darry approach an old church, its roof eerily blanketed in black crows. The van is there. They see a tall, dark figure dropping something - something wrapped in what looks like a blood-stained sheet - down a drainage pipe. As Trisha and Darry are watching from their car the figure turns and seems to peer right at them as they pass by. Just as quickly, the figure is in the van, pursuing them at break-neck speed. They floor it but lose control of the car and career off the road; the van roars on ahead, leaving them shaken and breathless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Knowing full well that it is exactly the kind of dumb thing a character in a horror movie would do, Darry thinks that they really should go back to the church to see if someone needs help. This is real life, not a movie and Darry knows it's the only responsible thing to do. Despite Trish's protests, they return and Darry squirms down the pipe, Trish holding his legs and cursing their stupidity. Darry suddenly slips from her grasp and plummets down into a dark room. Someone is there, barely alive. It is a boy, with a horrifying, raggedly-stitched incision from navel to neck. Darry watches in terror as the boy dies before him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for a way out, Darry sees a doorway. With no other choice, he proceeds through, only to discover a scene worthy of Dante's Inferno - countless mutilated bodies, stitched into the wall in some kind of horrifically gruesome tapestry. And there among the bodies are the long-lost Kenny and Darla. ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thus begins a terrifying race against one of the most unspeakably evil creatures ever imagined, a race that leads Trish and Darry from a spooky all-night diner to a lonely farmhouse inhabited by an old woman with a swarm of cats (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.cinema.com/people/006/233/eileen-brennan/index.phtml"&gt;Eileen Brennan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;) to the ultimate showdown inside a police station. As the chase quickens, Trish and Darry come to the sickening realization that the creature wants - needs - something from one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;WAAAAAAA~~~~~~!!!! I TOTALLY REGRET watching this and blasting the sound with the speaker... -scared look-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shivers- Lets watch a happy show next... -shivers-&lt;br /&gt;The Covenant sounds happy enuf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 Hour 30 Minutes passes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS TOTALLY AWESOME! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;An ancient secret threatens to unleash the powers of darkness on a group of modern prep school students when the sole survivor of a cursed bloodline returns to lay claim to the powers denied to him centuries ago in a supernatural teen thriller from director &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.starpulse.com/celebrity/Renny_Harlin/P93452/0/"&gt;Renny Harlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and screenwriter J.S. Cardone. The story begins in 1692, when five families from the Ipswich Colony of Massachusetts formed a covenant of silence that would forever protect their remarkable powers. One family went too far, though, and as a result of their transgression they were forever banished from the land. Flash forward to the new millennium and the four Sons of Ipswich are now the student elite at the prestigious Spenser Academy. Bound by their sacred ancestry and sworn to silence, these four teens share a secret so remarkable that it has served to protect their families for hundreds of years. The past has a way of coming back when you least expect it though, and when the fifth Son of Ipswich returns seeking to harness the powers denied him in the past, the battle is on to ensure the safety of The Covenant and lay the one descendent who threatens to reveal their secret to rest once and for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE! ONE MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy VII:Advent Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 and a half hours passed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Two years after fighting the villain Sephiroth and restoring the balance of Lifestream in their world, Cloud Strife and Tifa Lockhart have retreated to a simpler life, running a delivery business. However, the Lifestream rumbles once again when the Geostigma infection breaks out, which is somehow linked to a trio of gray-haired ruffians who are searching for their "Mother," the godlike being Jenova. The remaining members of the once-avaricious Shinra Corporation call on Cloud to deal with this trio and the Geostigma, and although he's resistant at first, he soon finds himself thrown into battle. Old friends Tifa, Barret, Yuffie, Vincent, and Cid are in for the ride, but it might be a bumpy one as Sephiroth's specter still lingers over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWH CRAP!!! I spent the whole night watching the movies, i skipped sleep!!! =='ll Owh well, i  guess i have to go round doing my stuff for the rest of the day and sleep later 2nite... DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog later. GTG do something important at the moment... Cya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-1328662593729852931?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/1328662593729852931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=1328662593729852931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/1328662593729852931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/1328662593729852931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-damn-st.html' title='GOD DAMN S**T!'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-3686203529460774247</id><published>2009-04-09T03:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:32:05.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT LAST!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a few "AT LAST..." to share... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i finish my social psycology assignment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i find a friend who had the same interests as me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, my "Inspirational Pack" came in the mail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i am officially an inspirator.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i found the key ingredient for the recipe, that had eluded me since i came down here to Kampar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i am finally grateful for the hours of gruelling practices and trainings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i've found someone that can relate to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i believe that role-playing helps us achieve our goals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i am going to meet that old friend of mine, whom i haven't seen in a few years, in a few hours time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i am on my way from where i am to where i want to be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, SOUL EATER Ep 51 is out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i have the courage to speak my mind, when ever i need and want to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, it is nearing the end of the week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AT LAST, i found the "cure" for the "Ajinomoto+Coke" syndrom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I am like so proud of myself at the moment and very excited that i can't sleep (besides the fact that i haven't taken the antidote yet), for all those who drank the "Coke+MSG" cocktail has finally been able to fall asleep. It has been a week since they actually slept, so they are skipping class for the next day or so. ^^'ll And thus i cant sleep yet as i need 2 sneak into their classes to take attendence 4 them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh...and i took the LPI (Leonard Personality Inventory) test. And the result is -drum roll- my &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;personality can be summarized as that of             '&lt;b&gt;Neutral Expert'&lt;/b&gt;. Woohoo~... Neutral Expert!!! xD Breakdown is Openness=71, Neutral=81, Analytical=41, Relational=64, Decisive=65... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My strengths are as follows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moderation in approaching life is important to you. The world would have fewer conflicts if more people were like you - preferring not to take the lead all the time. Your presence is very comforting for those around you, as you do not force others to do things against their will. Colleagues will enjoy your company since you are careful not to reject them. Saying "No" to them would probably hurt you more than them. You empathize with people's problems and by doing so you would help alleviate their sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Generally people would have no problem working with you, and you are careful about how people perceive you. Sincere appreciation from others would make you really feel motivated. Those placed under your care and supervision values your genuine care and concern for them. You have a strong sense of loyalty to those you associate with. You can be a vital source of support for anyone from subordinates to superiors. When colleagues are down with social problems, they can easily count on your support in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You perform best in a relaxed friendly working environment. Your acceptance of others and their views will prove beneficial in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I may have these weaknesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You view life with much optimism. Just be careful that you are also realistic as well. Precision is not one of your strengths. Aim at something, you hit something. Aim at nothing, you hit nothing. Set high standards for yourself. Don't be too impulsive in admitting everyone you meet into your circle. If a fire could be started each time one was careless, then with you around, fires would be commonplace. Try and be a little more mindful of what you say or do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While your talkativeness is enriching in social contexts, yet remember to give time to others to express themselves too. At the rate you are going about life, your lack of care may cause you to end up in undesirable situations. Be a bit more careful, especially when it is concerning the lives of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A summary of my strengths are as follows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Are supportive of others&lt;br /&gt;Try to live in harmony with others&lt;br /&gt;Are accommodating to others' requests&lt;br /&gt;Are helpful to others&lt;br /&gt;Are very concerned for the welfare of others&lt;br /&gt;Like to do things in a way acceptable to others&lt;br /&gt;Are a good listener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A summary of my weaknesses are as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lack confidence in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Shrink from difficult situations&lt;br /&gt;Avoid confrontations with others&lt;br /&gt;Are not a goal-setter&lt;br /&gt;Feel anxious quite easily&lt;br /&gt;Tend to be self-conscious&lt;br /&gt;Are too easygoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In order to nurture my Emotional Intelligence (EQ), I should develop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A willingness to disagree with others when necessary&lt;br /&gt;Ability to say 'no' when necessary&lt;br /&gt;Avoid negative and distorted thinking in your own mind&lt;br /&gt;More assertiveness&lt;br /&gt;More self-confidence in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Learn to have more self-confidence&lt;br /&gt;Avoid complacency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I tend to express my creativity in the following ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Require others' acceptance of your new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Reflect carefully before implementing new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;May require pre-existing ideas on which to work on in order to develop some creative work.&lt;br /&gt;Your creative expression may be limited by fear of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;Prefers to elaborate on existing ideas to improve them.&lt;br /&gt;Adapts them into a new form; but this new form is presented in an acceptable way for the sake of maintaining harmony with the system.&lt;br /&gt;You express your creativity in a systematic and methodical manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;How I might improve on my creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You need more courage to go beyond the expected, the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to improve procedures by being more critical of existing ones.&lt;br /&gt;You should develop greater openness to new ideas and creative expressions which may be viewed as unusual, in order to enrich oneself, and emerge with better creative displays.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being overly concerned about how others feel about your ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Creative expression requires you to adopt a more assertive stance and less sensitive reaction towards criticism.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise more self-confidence in your own ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Be more bold in expressing your ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            I can help my organization by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nurturing younger or new staff.&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a peace-maker between conflicting parties.&lt;br /&gt;Being loyal and reliable.&lt;br /&gt;Completing a task well which others may consider as just routine.&lt;br /&gt;Identifying with staff facing problems.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping cool when the heat is on, hence calming others too.&lt;br /&gt;Exhibiting trustworthiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In leadership and supervisory roles, it is important that I try to do the following steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Avoid the temptation to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;Be more insistent and firm as a leader.&lt;br /&gt;Be willing to take unpopular decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Be more active and participative.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to initiate action rather than respond to others' actions.&lt;br /&gt;Do not allow small problems to develop into crises.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to welcome new changes in the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To enrich my interpersonal relationships with others, try to do the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Accept that correction of others is more important than maintaining peace temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;Regard yourself as an individual apart from the group, and act against wrong principles.&lt;br /&gt;Question and comment on the remarks or opinions of others to maintain conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Be selective as to whom you would offer assistance and how much help you would offer.&lt;br /&gt;Don't appear too eager to offer help.&lt;br /&gt;Say "No"  from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Offer your loyalty to deserving people and causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;            In facing conflicts, I tend to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Attempt to see the other person's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Agree to accept things you actually don't prefer.&lt;br /&gt;Tend to compromise your position.&lt;br /&gt;Tend to feel hurt but not let the other party become aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;Allow the other party to win so that you have peace.&lt;br /&gt;Eat the humble pie and just become agreeable.&lt;br /&gt;Do not voice your thoughts firmly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;How to better manage myself when facing conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Share your feelings with other party in an appropriate manner.&lt;br /&gt;Communicate your views in a more assertive manner.&lt;br /&gt;Do not give in so easily to the other party.&lt;br /&gt;Be aware that friction with others are part of life.&lt;br /&gt;Be more firm in your stand.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to assertively face the other party in the conflict and resolve the conflict.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid the temptation to run away from the conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The following actions may cause stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Troubles and  problems you feel you have no control.&lt;br /&gt;Threats to your security.&lt;br /&gt;When your stability is threatened.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Discord and disharmony.&lt;br /&gt;When you perceive that you have offended someone unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to confront someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Stress - Why I react the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You desire that others accept you.&lt;br /&gt;You perceive that your security is threatened.&lt;br /&gt;Get flustered.&lt;br /&gt;You are not confident in the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Believe that there is a more gentle way to resolve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;You desire harmony.&lt;br /&gt;You think others do not like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Stress - How to overcome my unfavourable reactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Take a rest, then return again to deal with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise more to be able to withstand stress better.&lt;br /&gt;Do not take yourself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Build up your ability gradually to cope better with unpleasant confrontations.&lt;br /&gt;Accept storms as part of life's many seasons.&lt;br /&gt;Become more assertive to manage your stress.&lt;br /&gt;Accept and request support from trusted friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My approach/strategy and attitude towards learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;May study with others without having a clear personal aim.&lt;br /&gt;May lack enthusiasm for learning new things and over-content with current topics.&lt;br /&gt;May get frustrated over tough and new subjects.&lt;br /&gt;Is quick to pick up topics that serve to help others.&lt;br /&gt;Prefers non-pressurizing study load that is paced slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Affinity for rote-learning.&lt;br /&gt;May not share comments on subject topic due to risk of being ridiculed or disagreed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To be a more effective learner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Need to identify what is important and what is not at outset of study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You have to speak up more to clarify doubts for this is far more beneficial than being afraid to seem the fool or odd-ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strive on and persevere even if new subjects are tough at first, as they normally seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Try studying in a small group so as to encourage a healthy exchanges to enrich your understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Develop self-motivation by setting personal goals and deadlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Be more daring to attempt undiscovered areas so as not to miss a golden opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't get lost in details - start with the forest (get an overview) and then the leaves (details).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay... That's all for this time's blogging... xD Will be back soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-3686203529460774247?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/3686203529460774247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=3686203529460774247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/3686203529460774247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/3686203529460774247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-last.html' title='AT LAST!!!'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-8781407576665181425</id><published>2009-04-08T02:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:51:47.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Cool Guy" became the "Tool Guy"? =='ll</title><content type='html'>Ya noe wad? I officially juz had one of the worse weeks of my life. First of all, i m still running on the effects of the last experiment (Ed's note: Please read post "Ajinomoto+Coke=Drug for abduction and rape cases" to understand.), and i officially declare the effects to be inverse. It doesn't make you drowsy, but keeps you awake. Today is the 4th day in a row i am awake and suffering from the side-effects (p.s. I know! And please don't rub salt onto an open wound. x.X), and so now i am tired and tired and tired and lethargic, but i cant fall asleep. Trust me, it's torturous as it is 2 sleep late nites finishing assignments. And to make things worse, some idiot sent me a file containing a survey form with virus in it, and if it wasnt for partition between the drives on my laptop, i won't be able 2 use my laptop. It wasnt all of a good thing either, as the file was sent into the partition containing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; my documents. =='ll And now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ALL MY ASSIGNMENT STUFF HAS BEEN CORRUPTED!!!!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am so officially gonna mutilate that idiot when i get my hands on him in KL. Micheal, you better watch out, sem break is juz around the corner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then to make things worse, my due date is this thursday (9/4/09), and today's already the 8th... Bloody hell, i am so DEAD! Now i am rushing my assignment like mad. (Ed's note: Now doing assignment while blogging... ^^'ll)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today (yesterday actualy), i was walking around UTAR (Block D, Perak Campus), being Mr. Cool... And a lecturer actually thought that i was on of the technicians (p.s. To those UTARians: You know the colour of the uniform technicians wear? I was wearing that coloured pants and a jacket.) and she called me by the name of "Mat Din"... =='ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I continued walking, but she stopped me and told me of some technical problems and dragged me off to one of the lecture halls to fix it. Everytime i try to protest, she will cut me across and say that it will only take a little while. =='ll Being the nice guy that i was, i followed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Luckily it was something i can fix... =='ll It was juz the laptop to projector problem and volume problem. Sheesh~! And worse thing was that she ask the class to be courteous and say thank you to Mr "Mat Din" who was so kind as to fix the stuff... (p.s. I have no idea in hell who this "Mat Din" fella is...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was easily the biggest joke since a lot of ppl actually noe me... And now i am the butt of jokes amongst my clique of friends who calls me "Mat Din" instead of "James" and tells me that they have technical problems and ask me to help them solve it... =='ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now i am so hungry~... But there is nothing to eat in hse and nothing 2 cook. A lot of the foodstuff went into the garbage because it got spoilt in the humid conditions of Kampar. There's no way i can go out now... I gotta finish my assignment...but at the same time, i am hungry... =='ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Haiz~...! Well, at least i have to admit, the failed experiment is a blessing in disguise. If i hadn't have done that experiment, i wouldn't be able 2 pull an all-nighter now to finish my assignment for 2moro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yup... I guess that is all for now, i'll come back and blog after finishing my assignment... x.X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-8781407576665181425?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/8781407576665181425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=8781407576665181425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/8781407576665181425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/8781407576665181425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/04/cool-guy-became-tool-guy-ll.html' title='The &quot;Cool Guy&quot; became the &quot;Tool Guy&quot;? ==&apos;ll'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-2135009786383817541</id><published>2009-04-04T04:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:01:46.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajinomoto+Coke=Drug for abduction and rape cases?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdaiyOgix5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5BHnDobFn1A/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdaiyOgix5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5BHnDobFn1A/s400/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320618993556572050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh~...! People nowadays are getting weirder and weirder. First they add mentos into Coke, and they come to the conclusion that mentos and Coke don't go together because of a reaction when you add it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FYI~~...! Coke has that reaction with most of the "mint-based"or "sweets and candy" products!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(Experiments in a 2006 edition of the Discovery Channel programme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; suggested the chemicals responsible for the reaction are gum arabic and gelatine in the sweets, and caffeine, potassium benzoate and aspartame in the Coke.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To find out more, Coffey and a team of students tested the reactions between Diet Coke and fruit Mentos, mint Mentos, and various ingredients such as other mints, dish-washing detergent, table salt and sand. They also compared reactions using other fizzy liquids such as caffeine-free and sugary colas, as well as soda water and tonic water.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All the reactions took place in a bottle angled at 10° off vertical and the fountain trajectories were recorded on video. The team also investigated the total mass lost in the fountain and the influence of the sweet's surface roughness.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The results showed that Diet Coke created the most spectacular explosions with either fruit or mint Mentos, the fountains travelling a horizontal distance of up to 7 metres.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But caffeine-free Diet Coke did just as well, suggesting that caffeine does not accelerate the reaction, at least at the normal levels in the drink.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Measurements of the pH of the Coke before and after the experiments showed that its acidity did not change, ruling out the idea that a simple acid-base reaction drives the fountains.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Instead, the vigour of the jets depends on various factors that affect the growth rate of carbon dioxide bubbles.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                      &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The rough, dimply surfaces of Mentos encourage bubble growth because they efficiently disrupt the polar attractions between water molecules, creating bubble growth sites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So don't put the blame only on mentos for making "sky-high"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; reactions with Coke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Coke can clean you toilet bowl. (Ed's note: It's true, i tried.) So does it mean that when we drink coke, we are almost equivalent to drinking our "Clorox"?(FYI, "Clorox" is a whitener for clothes, or in some parts of the world it's refered to as "Bleach") o.O I mean like come on... Does this mean we can stop buying expensive toilet bowl washing liquids that costs us tens of Ringgit a bottle, and just buy Coke in a carton so that you can wash your toilet bowl more than 48 times (Ed's note: You have only have to use less than half a can to wash your toilet bowl and you must keep the other half or so in a bottle.) or maybe while you are at it, drink some of the Coke. What detergent allows you to kill two birds with one stone? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, (our main topic of the post) Ajinomoto+Coke= Drug for abduction and rape cases. In my opinion, this is so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~~~~UNTRUE~~~!!!&lt;/span&gt; I believe the science students out there will agree with me that by doing so, it is like adding "Sodium Chloride" into your Coke. (Ed's note: Do not try this at home~~~...! All stunts here are performed by "trained professionals" and dare-devils) A group of "researchers" tested it on 42 people, and after telling them the side-effects of it, gave them each a cup of Coke (14 with NaCl[p.s. in case you were wondering, NaCl is the molacular formulae of your "table salt"], 14 plain and 14 with C&lt;sub&gt;5&lt;/sub&gt;H&lt;sub&gt;8&lt;/sub&gt;NNaO&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt; [Monosodium Glutamate a.k.a MSG].) and after they had drank, told them that MSG was put into all the cups. The results were that out of the 42, 13 complained of drowsiness and excitedness. From the 13, 3 was from the cups with MSG, 6 from the cups with salt and 4 from the plain cups. And from the 3, all of them were tested with food containing MSG, and all had the same symtoms as before, thus proving that they were having an allergic reaction to the MSG, not the mixture of MSG with Coke. In another experiment, 24 cups of Coke were given out, and participants after drinking were to give their comment on how they felt after an hour, 2 hours, 3 hours, 4 hours, 5 hours, and 6 hours. Out of the 24 participants, only 3 felt drowsy, and another 2 were having their heart-beat increasing and decreasing exponentially. (P.s. All the cups were spiked.) And all this 5 people had symptoms of allergy, thus, proving the theory of Coke and MSG cocktail and knock a person out. ^^ (Ed's note: You want prove, this post is proof. I m still up despite 325ml of Coke with MSG added to it about 6 hours ago. I think it keeps you awake more than knocking you out. x.X And it makes you more thirsty too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah, before i forget, someone actually fed a dog and a cat with the concoction. x.X (Ed's note: Don't worry, they are still alive and running around in my housing area. x.X I can still hear them barking and mewing in the distance. x.X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Daniel, I am so gonna kill you when i see you. Since when you became a pilot? "Let go aeroplane" me la now...? =='ll Say wanna makan at 4am, now 6am adi la, "Big Cow" (Please direct translate to Mandrin to understand those in inverted commas. Thx. xD And for those who don't know Mandrin, please forgive me, it's an internal joke. But it still sounds funny by itself... xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Today (i mean yesterday), is the last CG meeting (all we did was drink soup and chat...a lot...). So sad case, next week onwards no more CG until further notice. :( Cannot see Rebecca, Ann&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-starts counting with fingers-&lt;/span&gt;, Daniel, Rebecca, Isaac, Ann, Clement, Rebecca, Chris, Ann,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-starts using toes to count also-&lt;/span&gt; Fen (pronounced as FAN), Rebecca, Reuben (I rarely see him except for during special occassions), Ann, Joanna (I don't see her much either), Rebecca, Denniz (Ed's note: Nope, not a typo, his name is spelt that way, or so he tells me.), Ann, Peter, Rebecca,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-looks for housemate to borrow his fingers to count also- &lt;/span&gt;Panda (I have no idea what his real name is, and he always refers to himself as Panda anyway.), Ann, Yun Lai, Rebecca, Calvin, Ann, Aaron, Rebecca, Calvin, Ann, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-starts using housemates toes also-&lt;/span&gt; Presley, and the rest of the CG gang (Sorry to whoever i missed out, couldn't remember all your names... Sorry, sorry...). &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;-starts counting the fingers and toes-&lt;/span&gt; So that's 31++ people I will miss. :'( Wait, have i counted in Rebecca and Ann? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdaiIHMlDiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VVYcA3t-r7U/s1600-h/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdaiIHMlDiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VVYcA3t-r7U/s400/IMG_0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320618270039281186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdaiHwSOzKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ChEujFi7d1I/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdaiHwSOzKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ChEujFi7d1I/s400/IMG_0756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320618263888972962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdaiH-DgV5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/YDtvNmpOzAE/s1600-h/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdaiH-DgV5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/YDtvNmpOzAE/s400/IMG_0755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320618267585304466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~ROFLOL!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i do not know how in the world they convinced me to join this singing competition, but i did (reluctantly anyway). =='ll And what's worse is that they talked me into singing in front of them. =='ll I was so unprepared and nervous, i almost had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;psycological breakdown&lt;/span&gt;, which is bad, because i am a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"psychologist-to-be"&lt;/span&gt;, -ROFLOL at own joke...- and Ann's going to help me pick the song because i only know peanuts about Christian Songs and all, and she is more experienced in this singing stuff (also cause she is the "big sister kind of a person in the CG" along with Rebecca. Wakakakaka!) -gets punched in the gut by Rebecca and a punch to the face by Ann- "Calling us old la now?" said Rebecca. Ann continues, "We where got that old wor?" -rubs bruises and puts ointment on the bruises- "I didn't say you two old oso. I say u all "big sister" only ma..." said I. -gets chased around the room by Rebecca and Ann- (5 minutes passed) -still running around the room, but getting slower- (another 5 minutes pass) -the chase still goes on, but at a brisk walking pace- (5 minutes later) -chase continues, but everyone is crawling- (5 minutes after) -all three lying flat on the floor- =='ll SUDDENLY! -Rebecca pounces and starts attacking (with her punches to the arm and pinches) followed by Ann- (Ed's note: ROFLOL~! This is getting a little out of hand. Whatever happens after that, I leave it to your wild imagination. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on writing a novel. Just started, and can you guess the title... Give it a try, no peeking at the bottom before you guess... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 吻别 (pronounced as "wen bie" which means"Kiss Goodbye")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you couldn't have guessed that title. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, it's in English. (but maybe i will ask someone to translate it to chinese for those who can't understand it in english. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a synopsis of the novel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your answer, i'll just tell you anyway. ~ROFLOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;It's a story of a guy and a girl (obviously... I shudder at the idea of a guy and a guy giving each other "吻别" or a girl and a girl giving each other "吻别"... EWWWW~~~~~!!!) who were so in love that they would turn their backs on their family for each other. They are from rival families and when they turn their backs on their family, they were hunted by both sides as traitors. Together with them are 4 other couples, all who were also hunted by this two families. Keeping their identities a secret from the other 4 couples, the created new identities for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;The couple, oblivious as to why the other four couples were being hunted too, found out that all of them are somehow related with each other in their past. Using their special skills, they defend themselves from both sides, and at the same time, learn something about friendship. Conflict arises amongst the group when their past resurfaces and their friendships and relationships are put to the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i am going to share at the moment. xD You will have to come back to find out more of the synopsis... xD (P.s. This story is not for the "imaginationally-challenged" people. Meaning if you can't imagine very well, please save yourself the trouble and don't bother reading this novel... Thx. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it...(i guess...) Should start writing the novel right about now. xD Sigh~! I didn't sleep and yet i am still so hyperactive and energetic... -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;人们常常认为这种想法很多是解决问题的办法在他们面前，一些人甚至认为这是一件好事。但有些时候，最好是停止思维，采取跨越的信心，并相信。它可以创造奇迹，它并不能你多少成本。尤其是当你有“软着陆”的位置，或人的手中，实际上关心。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Translation-&gt; English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;People often think that thinking a lot is the solution to the problem in front of them, some even think it is a good thing. But some times it is better to stop thinking, take a leap of faith and believe. It works wonders and it doesn't cost you much. Especially when u have the "soft landing" spot in the arms or people that actually cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-2135009786383817541?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/2135009786383817541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=2135009786383817541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/2135009786383817541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/2135009786383817541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2009/04/ajinomotocokedrug-for-abduction-and.html' title='Ajinomoto+Coke=Drug for abduction and rape cases?'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdaiyOgix5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/5BHnDobFn1A/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-2902005080449789907</id><published>2009-04-03T00:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:50:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa...! Long time no logging in here... x.X</title><content type='html'>Sorry readers, i have been busy doing my stuff and all... Internet has been giving me problems too~... x.X But hey, the dude is back...(hurrah!) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, updates on my current situation. I am half-dead from doing my group assignment (solo), feeling a little under the weather at the moment and tired... Just got back from a musical at my University. This is a picture of the booklet. I wanted to get a poster but i'd rather not risk it in case it is illegal to tear down a poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTq96aoJBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ARyRtV5AQIk/s1600-h/IMG_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTq96aoJBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ARyRtV5AQIk/s400/IMG_0746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320135409205257234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...nice isn't it? And if u look closely, I got the four main character's autograph!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTsTjJ3cII/AAAAAAAAAMw/CrhhvTDDVn8/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTsTjJ3cII/AAAAAAAAAMw/CrhhvTDDVn8/s400/IMG_0748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320136880429691010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namely, Jonathan Doyou (very reluctant to sign), Mira Soyza (gained a new fan), Nathan Khor (embarrassed that someone is interested to get his autograph), and last, but not least, (drum rolls) Ashleigh Goh (ever so hot~!)(ed's note: Don't get me wrong, i dun know her that long, the range of comparison is when i first saw her during the icebreaking and telematch in January) ^^...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTsUKYC4kI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SjRK0s_gMp8/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTsUKYC4kI/AAAAAAAAAM4/SjRK0s_gMp8/s400/IMG_0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320136890958144066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the ticket by the way... Doesn't look like much but the musical was way out of this world.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTsUP9abOI/AAAAAAAAANA/nwLvCPtCuao/s1600-h/IMG_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTsUP9abOI/AAAAAAAAANA/nwLvCPtCuao/s400/IMG_0747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320136892457053410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTudyncQoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S7-V5Arb_TQ/s1600-h/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTudyncQoI/AAAAAAAAANQ/S7-V5Arb_TQ/s400/IMG_0750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320139255402218114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the cast and crew...(i didn't put it in black and white, it was already black and white.)...and also the cast list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay~... Now as to why the musical was produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objectives of the event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To encourage and hone creative front and back stage skills and talents among participants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To build teamwork, cooperation and discipline among students involved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To form nwe friendships and stronger bonds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To garner a spirit of giving among fellow students.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To raise funds for Malaysian Care Organisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the outline of the musical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 1     In The Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 2     The Proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 3     Fairy Gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 4     The Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 5     She Admits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 6     In The Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 7     Fairy Meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 8     Love Dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 9     The Love Circle Created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 10   Love Chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 11    Fairies Confront King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scene 12    Love Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Synopsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;    Kyle and Sophie's wedding is in a week's time. This news comes as a shock to Sarah who loves Kyle but at the same time has feelings for her best friend, Ethan. Ethan, of whom has feelings for Sarah, has never made the first move and wonders if Sarah would ever feel the same about him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  King Oberon and Queen Titania were informed about the love situation and decided to give a little help to it. They sent three of their fairies - all whom differ greatly in personality - to sprinkle some love dust on Sarah, hoping she can find her true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As fate would have it, the good hearted fairies unfortunately sprinkle the dust on the wrong person causing much confusion among the four friends. The love chase finally comes to an end when the King steps in himself to clear the accident in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, i certainly enjoyed the musical, it was so nice that if someone did actually tape it down, i'd like to buy it. xD I especially like the "hip-hop/break-dancer" fairies. They were like sooooo~~~ cool... I liked Ashleigh in her dress too~...! But i am just wondering why didn't she get the part of Sophie. The role would have fitted her better in my opinion. But that is that... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... A week ago in CG (Care/Cell Group) we celebrated Rebecca Teoh's birthday! (YAY~! -clap, clap-) Quite fun... Ate durian flavored cake and went out makan after that... ^^&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdT3xa40dKI/AAAAAAAAANw/JyG8QHTJznc/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdT3xa40dKI/AAAAAAAAANw/JyG8QHTJznc/s400/GetAttachment.aspx3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149488234689698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdT3xFwbv_I/AAAAAAAAANo/XrRsc4fPoX0/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdT3xFwbv_I/AAAAAAAAANo/XrRsc4fPoX0/s400/GetAttachment.aspx2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149482562371570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdT3xMbYPMI/AAAAAAAAANg/ifuIVknLY_c/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdT3xMbYPMI/AAAAAAAAANg/ifuIVknLY_c/s400/GetAttachment.aspx1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149484353109186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdT3xJ7UpBI/AAAAAAAAANY/NLAnivLb5mQ/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdT3xJ7UpBI/AAAAAAAAANY/NLAnivLb5mQ/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149483681784850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all for now... I am feeling tired at the moment. Going to take a bath then go to sleep... Cya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~People think with their brain, believe with their heart, and the reason you always hear of heart attacks and heart failures, and not brain attacks or brain failure is due to the fact that people think too much and believe too little. Then it is no surprise the heart fails. Take occasional leaps of faith and believe, it will be better for your heart.~ -C.H. 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Long time no logging in here... x.X'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SdTq96aoJBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ARyRtV5AQIk/s72-c/IMG_0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-2077779833959406591</id><published>2008-07-25T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:41:52.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Phew...~Assignment crazy...~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5aWkuHlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hOQPEb9WnLY/s1600-h/DSC02057_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5aWkuHlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hOQPEb9WnLY/s400/DSC02057_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631229950795346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5af6x_dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/k9gdbW45Ex8/s1600-h/DSC03753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5af6x_dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/k9gdbW45Ex8/s400/DSC03753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631232459242962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5an9z5hI/AAAAAAAAABE/dUrZ-Xz_Upc/s1600-h/DSC03756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5an9z5hI/AAAAAAAAABE/dUrZ-Xz_Upc/s400/DSC03756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631234619434514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5bJw1l-I/AAAAAAAAABM/u3ek-sM-4ks/s1600-h/Cute+girls+wannabe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5bJw1l-I/AAAAAAAAABM/u3ek-sM-4ks/s400/Cute+girls+wannabe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631243691825122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5bbiAgbI/AAAAAAAAABU/6yhvIvayCVE/s1600-h/Public+Speaking+Class.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5bbiAgbI/AAAAAAAAABU/6yhvIvayCVE/s400/Public+Speaking+Class.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631248461463986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost 2 months being here in UTAR... What can i say... Torturous... It's juz the assignments that kills... Can you imagine yourself doing 6 assignments, 6 exams and 3 presentations over a span of 3 weeks...? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do you agree with me...? T_T And why don't you add that with daily doses of lectures and tutorials. And do not forget to sprinkle some problems, conflict and confusion from time to time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sigh...~ Now... Can you imagine the amount of stress and problems...? Anyway, putting that aside... There are good times too... Like hanging out with my tutorial group people, my stream mates, and not to mention friends which stood by me through out this 2 hectic months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you that were there for me, here's something for you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A friend stands by you, a good friend stands by you through tough times, a better friend stands by you through rough times, a best friend walks in when the rest of the world walks away...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my friends... You know who you are... No fingers need point... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My acknowledgement of my close friends... (Florence, Kah Yee, Shu Fen, Wen Yu, Kit Ching, Mei Xian, Rae, Shian Ling, and the rest of you, you know who you are...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The best kind of friend is the one that sits with you on a swing, says nothing, and makes you feel like you have had the best conversation when you walk away...~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-2077779833959406591?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/2077779833959406591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=2077779833959406591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/2077779833959406591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/2077779833959406591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2008/07/phewassignment-crazy.html' title='~Phew...~Assignment crazy...~'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SIi5aWkuHlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hOQPEb9WnLY/s72-c/DSC02057_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-250538027951691967</id><published>2008-06-16T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:39:37.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~boring...~</title><content type='html'>*crickets cricking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am like so bored in computer studies class... lecturer teaching how to use Microsoft Office... currently she is teaching how to use Word... ~boring~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried asking her to skip this part because we know how 2 use microsoft office... but she insists... *BOOOOO!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the brighter note, she'll let us off earlier if we don't make 2 much noise... *YAY!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently she is like asking us lame questions about utar... what is the minimum requirement, where 2 get utar pj campus address, blah, blah, blah.... *lame!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go for now... TTFN (Ta Ta For Now)... XP&lt;br /&gt;going back liao... XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-250538027951691967?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/250538027951691967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=250538027951691967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/250538027951691967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/250538027951691967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2008/06/boring.html' title='~boring...~'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-5959188144706138934</id><published>2008-05-30T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T16:26:21.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Studying...Again...~</title><content type='html'>OMG...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired... It's has been a tiring week... Damn cacat wei... Tis week is week 1 of my lectures... *suffering...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day i just got my new timetable for next week... *crashes into a wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pinching the bleeding nose* Douf vikz agaid...(Tough weeks ahead) T~T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are back to back... And then i can only go back so late... Furthermore i got peer mentoring and peer counselling weekly... *trips and tumbles down the stairs...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*911!!! Some1 get an ambulance...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TRANSMISSION INTERUPTED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************Sorry for the inconvinience... We shall transfer you to the hospital now...*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crickets ringing...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I forgot the point of the story...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------Transmission ended...------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5768555262916606977-5959188144706138934?l=loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/feeds/5959188144706138934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5768555262916606977&amp;postID=5959188144706138934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/5959188144706138934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768555262916606977/posts/default/5959188144706138934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverboy1988sparadise.blogspot.com/2008/05/studyingagain.html' title='~Studying...Again...~'/><author><name>loverboy1988</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16413752086900055825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPEgJh5uUUI/SNQunhWm_NI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ahbWM23997M/S220/DSC00430.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768555262916606977.post-4211304349926899764</id><published>2008-04-27T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:24:17.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm... *Ewww...!* Bread ice-cream or ice-cream bread...? o.O"</title><content type='html'>Today, i went to a sale in Shah Alam... God it was hot inside... I went in at about 4.45pm... It was so stuffy inside i could hardly breathe... Anyway, that's not the point of this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around say 5.45, i was walking out... I couldnt stand it... Then a vendor caught my eye... ICE-CREAM VENDOR!!! Nyum nyum... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i took my ice-cream bread n set down... Nyummy for me... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw the goddamned nigga vendor, pull out his shirt, pull the rubber band of his pants with one hand n plunge the other hand inside and dig and scratch around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!! AND IT'S THE SAME HAND HE USED 2 HOLD MY BREAD WITH...!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SOBS...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes RM1.50 down the drain or rather down tat nigga's pants... 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