<?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-33790984</id><updated>2011-09-29T02:15:01.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Potato &gt;&lt;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-576490945988552969</id><published>2009-05-15T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:12:52.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to The Sims 3 launch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MjMyMTEyMzQzNyZwdD*xMjQyMzIxMTY1NDY4JnA9NTAwMTUyJmQ9U2ltczNfZW4lMjAmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PSZvPWVlZWZlNmFhY2Q4YzRhNmZhOWU4OTY1MzY4YmVjMGQ3Jm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" id="sims3Countdown" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://sims3.gigya.s3.amazonaws.com/sims3_en.swf?gid=" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://sims3.gigya.s3.amazonaws.com/sims3_en.swf?gid=" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="400" height="300" wmode="transparent" name="sims3Countdown" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  FlashVars="gig_lt=1242321123437&amp;gig_pt=1242321165468&amp;gig_g=2&amp;gig_n=blogger"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="gig_lt=1242321123437&amp;gig_pt=1242321165468&amp;gig_g=2&amp;gig_n=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-576490945988552969?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/576490945988552969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=576490945988552969&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/576490945988552969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/576490945988552969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-to-sims-3-launch.html' title='Countdown to The Sims 3 launch!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-7998497623681514848</id><published>2009-03-22T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:10:47.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/ScY4T4M0RJI/AAAAAAAAATo/kNqpW4Yd-mw/s1600-h/results.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/ScY4T4M0RJI/AAAAAAAAATo/kNqpW4Yd-mw/s320/results.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315998324312261778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my result! Yahoooo! Happy happy!! B+ for my Digital Fundalmentals, I thought I could get an A for that. Oh well!! Still happy!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I GOT BOTH B's FOR MY FREAKING ARTS!!! Whoooooo yeah!!! I thought a C or D for that. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be outta here in 5 minutes!! Going back to Ipoh tonight!! Bus at 10! See ya around people!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-7998497623681514848?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/7998497623681514848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=7998497623681514848&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/7998497623681514848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/7998497623681514848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2009/03/results-2.html' title='Results 2'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/ScY4T4M0RJI/AAAAAAAAATo/kNqpW4Yd-mw/s72-c/results.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-5407809499676858848</id><published>2009-03-11T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:45:07.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ooooh nooooo! My finals results are out today. I don't wanna look at it now......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No! No! Nope! Nopey ditty nope!  o-(&gt;_&lt;)-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummmm......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-5407809499676858848?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/5407809499676858848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=5407809499676858848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5407809499676858848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5407809499676858848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2009/03/results.html' title='Results!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-8221672057271189656</id><published>2009-03-03T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:03:39.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.G.O.E!</title><content type='html'>Oh my god! It's an update!! But i'm not going to write much. I write something here for the sake of updating my blog. Can't believe my last post was in December. I was having my holidays back then. And now I'm having my holidays again. Lol! Time sure flies. And in between them, it's been a hectic semester. Laden with loads of crap...I mean workpile. Lot's of last minute work especially my arts subjects which gave me lots and lots of sleepless night. In the end, all's well that ends well. Really it's a wonder I manage to get through this semester. I thought I was going to die. Wheew!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My finals is over! Wooohooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having my holidays! WooHooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm officially the Happiest Guy On Earth! WOOOOHOOOO!! =3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-8221672057271189656?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/8221672057271189656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=8221672057271189656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8221672057271189656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8221672057271189656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2009/03/hgoe.html' title='H.G.O.E!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-7193999370619767100</id><published>2008-12-08T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:27:26.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Go Home~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I suddenly got an urge to go home now. When I think of exams, I think of the upcoming holiday and I think of home. Is this what you call home sick? My little bro said he was bored and wants me home now. Soon soon....and you wished I never came home when I return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whooo yeah, I just completed Ouendan 2 on all difficulties. Now aiming to get 10000000000 ( I don't know how many zeros) points and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hooooooome...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-7193999370619767100?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/7193999370619767100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=7193999370619767100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/7193999370619767100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/7193999370619767100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanna-go-home.html' title='I Wanna Go Home~'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-8392379943785975175</id><published>2008-12-07T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:57:22.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicksave/Quickload</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't believe it's already been one month since my last post. Time sure flies by so fast when you're busy busy busy. Busy like a bee. I've been held up by lots of school work, projects and assignments. Been going to bed later and later from 2am,3am and now 4am. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How I wish I have a quicksave/quickload function in my life. I got this idea again while playing games. I always get it when I start playing game cause I do quicksaves alot. It makes life so much easier. Then I would not have any regrets in my life. Firstly, I kinda regret taking the two art CDS which makes me losing lots of sleep the past few weeks. How I wish I can load to the previous save and choose other CDS instead. But but but, come to think about it, I learnt alot from it. Also, I wanted to do some or say something without fearing the consequences. I got alot of things I wanted to say or do but I can't. How I wish......... Ahhh! Enough of ranting, I wanna finish my 'breakfast' and start studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I would like to wish everyone all the best in their upcoming exams! Do your best in everything. And sleep early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh oh! I'm so happy once the exams is over on Friday. I got two weeks break and I'm going back to Ipoh. Oh yeah!!! I miss home. I miss everyone there. Goodbye!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The song just fits everything this month. Goodbye to year 2008 soon. Goodbye to the old me. Goodbye to someone close. Gooodbye! &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/33790984-8392379943785975175?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/8392379943785975175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=8392379943785975175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8392379943785975175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8392379943785975175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/12/quicksavequickload.html' title='Quicksave/Quickload'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-4644942179637557263</id><published>2008-11-04T23:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:31:22.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fujisawa Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SRBxOGiK1eI/AAAAAAAAASc/ypXS90nqS7E/s1600-h/Fujisawa+Loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SRBxOGiK1eI/AAAAAAAAASc/ypXS90nqS7E/s320/Fujisawa+Loser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264832451482146274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;FUJISAWA LOSER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Track List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) Fujisawa Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) Hello Hello     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a nice album art......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just when I thought this year's releases was over and they came out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a single and an album!&lt;/span&gt; Uwwaaaaaaaaaah!!! They are really really working hard this year man. I had been so busy I lost track of the news. I went to had a look last night and found out that their single "Fujisawa Loser" has already been released on the 15th October. @_@ So long ago!!! And I missed it!!!!! Both songs are very good and "Hello Hello" unexpected. This month's music was suppose to be "A Bad Dream by Keane". But NOT ANYMORE!!!! "Hello Hello" takes the spot for this month! I demand you listen to it! And also watch and listen to the following PV of Fujisawa Loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you guys know, "Still Alive" has been played 966 times over the past month. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: georgia;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24J6Fb55bLA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24J6Fb55bLA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The PV is just HILLARIOUS!! But I think there's a subtle message from Ajikan. I think. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the description of the PV:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The young man recieved a letter. He seemed to have guitars but also suits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then he dreams of choosing the paths of his future. Either as Salaryman or musician in the cosplay race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 1st stage for salary man is to well go through the crowded JP trains (as always), and the musician has to play in storms and rainshowers with only two persons as audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 2nd stage comes to salaryman have to do exceeding work, and the musician has to go on "overly cruel live tours" with dates and different clubs every night, as shown on his shirt, still with not much audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 3rd stage is where the salary man must choose to either start his own company, to become the ceo, or become a runner for the company. Obviously the salaryman wants to go for CEO and eats sand/dust behind the door. And the person who wanted to be freelance (who ran through that door which is on the left) died miserably. And being a errandboy for the company seemed to be the safest. The musician has to compete with other artists, as bester says, to become the major debut at more and more famous stadium with the tokyo dome on the top of the slope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The final stage is that the salaryman wants to become the ceo of the company, but fails to grab it and a ghoul which says "being fired" on the back chased him off. The musician wanted the gold disc award but fails to get it as well and is chased around by "stress".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That pretty much sums up what it's about. The hot woman, car and house finally went for a "handsome" and rich man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SRBxOfGJOmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SWi7g5Iyb74/s1600-h/Surf+Bungaku+Kamakura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SRBxOfGJOmI/AAAAAAAAASk/SWi7g5Iyb74/s320/Surf+Bungaku+Kamakura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264832458075486818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last but not least! Their new album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Surf Bungaku Kamakura"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Okay, their album name is getting weirder and weirder. Even the song titles! Just take a look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(195, 58, 94);"&gt;Surf Bungaku Kamakura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Release Date: 11/05/2008&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Fujisawa Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Kugenuma Surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Enoshima Escar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Koshigoe Cry Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Shichirigahama Skywalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6. Inamuragasaki Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7. Gokurakuji Heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. Hase Suns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9. Yuigahama Kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. Kamakura Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah man!! It's releasing on the 5th of November! Which is TOMORROW!!! WHOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!! Wait! It's TODAY! Whoooooooooooooooooo! Whoooo! I'm so freaking excited!!! I hope it doesn't dissapoint me because lately their songs are losing it's Ajikan's edge. Especially their previous album. Sad sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm off to bed happily now!! Till then!!!!!! Whooooooooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-4644942179637557263?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/4644942179637557263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=4644942179637557263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4644942179637557263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4644942179637557263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/11/fujisawa-loser.html' title='Fujisawa Loser'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SRBxOGiK1eI/AAAAAAAAASc/ypXS90nqS7E/s72-c/Fujisawa+Loser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-4038942712107068210</id><published>2008-10-27T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:09:10.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A week had already past since school started. As promised I'll report what I felt about my new semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I HATE HATE HATE my new timetable. My school ends the latest at 5pm. Everyday I reached home feeling like a zombie and don't feel like doing anything...except going online. How am I suppose to do revision or school work after school??!?!? You tell me!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I HATE HATE HATE PSPS. Die you PSPS! (not you, Peng Sang XD) That's Problem Solving and Process Skills. It's one of those waste time subject doing research and projects and presentations and and and....GAAAAAH!!!!! I thought Writoral was over...but it returned and haunt me with a different name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but....there are still LOVE LOVE LOVE in my already HATE HATE HATE semester. Well actually, it's not really that bad except for the cramp timetable. My lecturers and tutors are quite good compared to last semester. A fun lab tutor called Sukumar with a funny accent. And I really got a song for him. Means more fooling around during lab. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"One little, two little, three little Sukumar." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also our previous E.Maths lecturer is out new lab tutor for EDEVCKT (not that you care). And he goes "SHE BANGS! SHE BANGS!" He looks just like William Hung but thinner. Again fun time in lab again. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't like is getting a teacher who doesn't take jokes or even be humurous. Like my SSMAT and E.Maths lecturer. So boring! But there's also some interesting subjects. Art. I TOOK ART! Two actually; Freehand Drawing and Colour &amp;amp; Composition. I got no comment for Freehand Drawing cause the bloody teacher didn't appear for our first class. &gt;&lt; As for the Colour &amp;amp; Composition, it's pretty interesting...perhaps. There's going to be assignment for it every week. @_@ Just completed drawing five items for my first assignment today which I'm quite happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! And also my lunch break period extended to 2-3 hours on some days. Whooo yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-4038942712107068210?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/4038942712107068210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=4038942712107068210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4038942712107068210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4038942712107068210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-later.html' title='A Week Later'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-6849055036509214594</id><published>2008-10-19T18:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:11:19.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Starting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;School's starting tomorrow! Woooohoooo! &gt;_&lt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My two months holiday has finally come to an end but it was a great holiday indeed especially the last few weeks. Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;is is a little late late late but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 18TH BIRTHDAY OLI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Hahaha! I am still waiting for the pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*UPDATED*&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Downloaded the photos two days ago. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SQXKu5aAWGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qOEsX8-skO8/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SQXKu5aAWGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qOEsX8-skO8/s200/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261834646684981346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SQXKvre0qVI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZU6FdOgXchw/s1600-h/IMG_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SQXKvre0qVI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZU6FdOgXchw/s200/IMG_0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261834660126959954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SQXKwK8nKwI/AAAAAAAAASM/tUE6BkBP93M/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SQXKwK8nKwI/AAAAAAAAASM/tUE6BkBP93M/s200/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261834668573403906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Squuuuuint, squint"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SQXKwbvKRxI/AAAAAAAAASU/HwzeIVXvrg4/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SQXKwbvKRxI/AAAAAAAAASU/HwzeIVXvrg4/s200/IMG_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261834673080387346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oli, you'll fit into the last pic if you had drank more milk. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And OMG!!! Avatar is showing now on OKTO! Ahhh!!! Be sure to watch it!!! It's on 7.30 every weekday! If you can't catch it, I can help you burn all the seasons. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gotta go now! &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/33790984-6849055036509214594?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/6849055036509214594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=6849055036509214594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6849055036509214594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6849055036509214594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-starting.html' title='School Starting!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SQXKu5aAWGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qOEsX8-skO8/s72-c/IMG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-3614787349113907769</id><published>2008-10-03T13:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:24:07.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes and Choices.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just ran through my old post, re-read them all over again. Read it if you want to and it's not a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was amusing, nostalgic, happy and sad. A lot of things had happened. Come and gone. I'm starting to miss the old days, school days, college days. The friends I had made and people I had met. Reflecting back now, I've realised I had changed a lot. The choices I made like the one back in college or when I'm answering my exam MCQ question whether it's A,B,C or D to the minor choices I made. Nevermind that. Looking at those pictures sure brings back memories. Looking at my little bro pic makes me kinda miss him for no apparent reason. I wonder if I'm able to see him during December before he's enlisted to NS. Muahaha! NS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To those who have known me this year, you might not know the other me in the previous years. I'm more outgoing now, I've become much more sociable. You can say I am much more 'happening' now if you know what I mean. Back in those days, I was timid, doesn't talk much (but I still have that habit now), doesn't go out. A boy who goes to school and returns home after school. Staying at home all the time. My little brother is the complete opposite of me. Always out of the house, together with friends, going to church every Sunday. Ah! Also NOT forgetting tuition classes! I was naive, amazing thing is that I never talked to girls. Don't ask why, even the girl that sit beside me during tuition class for 5 years. Maybe a few lines and that's it. Since I'm from an all-boys school or because I only had my brothers, I guess that's not an excuse right? I don't know, that just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then came the time when I stepped into college. One and a half year. It was the first time I had to leave home, rent an apartment in KL and studied there. It was hard for me to adjust at first but I managed to adapt. Probably I got to say, it is my college mates that changed me alot. There I've met&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lavee, Lik Yi, Kingston, Khai Sheng, Wei Yao, Wei Lip, Sean, Kai Bin, Kai Xin, Mindy, Po Yi, Iherng and not forgetting PS. SJ7P rocks!&lt;/span&gt; Glad I was part of it. It was the year when fooling around starts. We used to drive around looking for places to eat during lunch break and what not dinner sometimes. Hanging out at expensive places for absolutely no reason, joking and fooling around. Studied together when the exam is coming. Thanks for making my college years memorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I pretty much regretted I did not put enough effort in my studies back in those years and definitely I can't go back and right those wrongs. But I did not regret on how poor I did because that what makes me, me now. Probably, I learnt it the looong way. But that just it. No point crying over spilt milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then I had this lackadaisical attitude. Not caring what happening unless it has something to do with me. Wonder how I was able to be the class monitor and also the president of a club when I don't really care things. (in secondary school by the way). I pretty much go with the flow and only start doing things when the time comes or being told to. I was just like an obedient dog who is being command to sit, kneel or roll over. I guess that habit somehow sticks with me and no wonder my friends said that I was too helpful. I just realised that. Fortunately, I started to care things that are none of my concern. But hope I don't turn into some busybody or whatever it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry if this is a little long winded but I can't help it. I felt like writing all this down, pouring out every single thing that is in my head right now. I missed a lot of points as I write, they are things I wanted to say at first but somehow I forgotten what it is but what the hey! It's been a long time since I write so much. I'll pen off for now. More like keyboard off for now. I want to enjoy my last few weeks of holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Till then! =)&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/33790984-3614787349113907769?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/3614787349113907769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=3614787349113907769&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/3614787349113907769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/3614787349113907769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/10/changes-and-choices.html' title='Changes and Choices.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-5374545772282571298</id><published>2008-09-23T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:39:42.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy DS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The title has nothing to do with what I am going to write now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GOT TO PLAY AN ELECTRIC GUITAR!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*waaaails* One of my life achievement has been fulfilled. Even though for just a minute, it was exhilarating. Played the intro of "Shinhou no Yuukei". Well actually, I only know how to play the intro of that song only which only lasts a few seconds. Can't believe it's so much easier to play than the classical guitar that I have been practicing with. And it soooounds soooo gooooooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need to get one! But first! I NEED to learn to play the guitar. I'm itching to play some songs but I still suck at changing between chords. Bwaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I shall strum everyone a farewell chord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*BAAAAAAAAAAAAAI*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-5374545772282571298?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/5374545772282571298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=5374545772282571298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5374545772282571298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5374545772282571298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheesey-ds.html' title='Cheesy DS'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-1254988177601566014</id><published>2008-09-18T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:19:45.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hey hey....I'm still here and STILL ALIVE! Time for a little change again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;. It's an English s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ong! Maybe more English song for my next few lineups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lot's of stuff happened for the past few days and I can't really account what happened. So there is not much to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Chalet was fun. All I remember is Rockband and Rockband only. Oh, and also that drea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ded icebox which I am not going to help moving or carrying it next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;. Thank you Sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;auns and Jonathan for carrying it and sorry I 'ran away'. Nyuk nyuk. *evil laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;er* Thanks for all the hard work, come see me for your pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And also to Po Yi and Kaixin (happy), all the best in UK. Let's meet up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt; w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;hen everyone's back okies?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Got tagged by my 'licky' friend and I shall play along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;1) The age you'll be on your next birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; FOREVER 21~! (Yeaah I WISH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shopping.sg/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/forever-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.shopping.sg/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/forever-21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2) A place you'd like to travel to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kidsastronomy.com/images/images/deep-space_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.kidsastronomy.com/images/images/deep-space_main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;3) Your favourite food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; All type of noodles. (lol..baby noodles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/APG/576-21387%7EOoooodles-of-Noodles-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 285px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/APG/576-21387%7EOoooodles-of-Noodles-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;4) Your favourite pet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  Miniature Daschund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.northeastfoto.com/gallery/files/1/7/HarleyAndJasmineC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.northeastfoto.com/gallery/files/1/7/HarleyAndJasmineC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;5) Your favourite song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Angels (Robbie Williams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.irvinehousingblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/robbie-williams-angels-99692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 212px;" src="http://www.irvinehousingblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/robbie-williams-angels-99692.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;6) Your favourite TV show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Avatar The Last Airbender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2008/04/avatar-the-last-airbender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 238px;" src="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2008/04/avatar-the-last-airbender.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;7) Your screen name/nickname:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Doodooyang (gaaah..i'll choose this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.phillyist.com/attachments/philly_jill/doodoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.phillyist.com/attachments/philly_jill/doodoo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;8) Your first job:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Pilot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.excelovation.com/images/PilotImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.excelovation.com/images/PilotImage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;9) Your dream job:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/chef/images/chef_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.whitehouse.gov/chef/images/chef_main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;10) A bad habit you have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Untalkative (FYI, that cartoon is called Untalkative Bunny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNE4e9o9lLI/AAAAAAAAANg/tHmfxwXt-2E/s1600-h/untalkative72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNE4e9o9lLI/AAAAAAAAANg/tHmfxwXt-2E/s200/untalkative72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247037145456940210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;11) The thing you'd like to do before you die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Fart (can't think of anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tesora.com.au/images/products/fart-button_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 139px;" src="http://www.tesora.com.au/images/products/fart-button_large.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm tagging siauting, en, oli...baaah to whoever feels like doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-1254988177601566014?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/1254988177601566014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=1254988177601566014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1254988177601566014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1254988177601566014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNE4e9o9lLI/AAAAAAAAANg/tHmfxwXt-2E/s72-c/untalkative72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-6530526987005964556</id><published>2008-08-31T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:54:44.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play the A chord on a night with nothing to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Holiday has started and I've finally been able to pay off by sleep debts again. Been playing games and reading manga everyday, that pretty much sums up what I had been doing when the holiday begins. I'm finally reading BECK again after a long pause, great manga and inspirational at times. It is responsible for making me love playing guitar and day dreaming about forming a band and playing at live gigs. Speaking of guitar, I've finally started to learn guitar seriously this time. My friend is kind enough to lend me his classical guitar and I have been strumming ever since. Oh, the joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't want to write random stuffs that has been happening because I don't feel like it and it's troublesome to write them all here. I'll share with you some random youtube videos I've found. Yeah, youtube is the best place to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzSpPaCIG0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzSpPaCIG0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a breakdown on how Usain Bolt wins. Amazing guy eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWlVbgCKjkk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CWlVbgCKjkk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does a dog drinks?? By licking? Watch it! Oh, watch the ending as well, the water balloon is intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ZLUxlKHsuA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ZLUxlKHsuA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know Spiderman owns a mecha in Japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1iMlwG2xCVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1iMlwG2xCVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really pointless Pocky ad. A very dramatic ad with epic music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5ALIL7T764&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5ALIL7T764&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly!   &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okies that's all. I'm gonna practise strumming some chords now. A! D! E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-6530526987005964556?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/6530526987005964556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=6530526987005964556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6530526987005964556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6530526987005964556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/08/play-a-chord-on-night-with-nothing-to.html' title='Play the A chord on a night with nothing to do'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-6806401074912585989</id><published>2008-08-10T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:21:59.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEEEVAAAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SJ8MQ7rWLJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bgO5zTnU8E0/s1600-h/300+Patapon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SJ8MQ7rWLJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bgO5zTnU8E0/s400/300+Patapon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232914777064746130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"THIS IS PATAPOOOON!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whooooo! Completed Patapon while sitting on the toilet bowl. XD The ending theme is sooo catchy! Patapon was fun and I can't wait for Patapon 2 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to the new Music of the Month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I got a sudden urge to watch movies now! The last movie I watched was Ironman. I WANT TO WATCH :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*UPDAAAAAAAATE!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 : Star Wars : The Clone Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.movieweb.com/news/03.2008/showest/clonewars.jpg"&gt;       &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 276px;" src="http://media.movieweb.com/news/03.2008/showest/clonewars.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never failed to watch Star Wars in the cinema sooo I'm really going to watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2: Wall-e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/09/28/wall-e-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/09/28/wall-e-poster-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch THAT! Wall-e became my No. 2 Want to Watch list now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3: Max Payne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kotaku.com/assets/images/kotaku/2008/07/maxpayneposter2_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://kotaku.com/assets/images/kotaku/2008/07/maxpayneposter2_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah! Really can't wait for this. Hope it is not dissapointing since it is a game to movie adaptation. It got Mark Wahlberg in it, so it should be ok????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are now compiling all the 90's song. Ahhhh...so nostalgic. The music of our era. 3AM by Matchbox 20, Breath Your Name by Sixpence None the Richer, Lemon Tree by Fool's Garden (LOL!), Sleeping Child by MLTR, I'll be Missing You by Puff Daddy and the list goes on and on. Ahhhhh the old times. This is what I call music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-6806401074912585989?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/6806401074912585989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=6806401074912585989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6806401074912585989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6806401074912585989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeevaaar.html' title='FEEEVAAAR!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SJ8MQ7rWLJI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bgO5zTnU8E0/s72-c/300+Patapon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-4708822553355547619</id><published>2008-08-05T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:34:29.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in Japan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P03BZQeJ53U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P03BZQeJ53U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So funny and fun. Japanese are sooo creative but they are weird at times. That is why they could come up if all these stuff! I can see Taiwan game shows or anywhere around the world will start ripping off this in their shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;From what I observe on the video, the water is hooot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Thanks diwei for the find!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-4708822553355547619?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/4708822553355547619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=4708822553355547619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4708822553355547619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4708822553355547619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/08/made-in-japan.html' title='Made in Japan!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-7626735620115452916</id><published>2008-08-01T16:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:23:47.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Puppies' on Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SJLONYX2CbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WpXFh52Xj8c/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SJLONYX2CbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WpXFh52Xj8c/s320/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229468846606649778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Writoral is finally over! No more weekly assignments. No more weekly submissions. No more report writing, no more drafts, no more researching, yaddi yadda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Had oral presentation on Monday and boy I'm glad is finally over. Got A- for it. Yay yay! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy happy considering the amount of effort I put into it which was very little. Just try to make my presentation funny and interesting. HARAP BERSOPAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Writoral class was fun at first then it became dreadful and now it is fun again! Can't wait for next class because there is nothing to do and just slack in the class for two hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In other news, a few days ago I noticed I had left with three underwear only in my cupboard. I suspect underwear theft who stole my cute 'puppies' away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But it is not possible since my house I'm staying is at the top floor. Found out that my cousin mistook them with him to Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;\(O o O)/ Nooooooooooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I won't be seeing them for the next 3 months. "Oi! Be sure to bring them back!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am sooooo into Patapon right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PATA PATA PATA PON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm off to play some more right now. Move! PATA PATA PATA PON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-7626735620115452916?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/7626735620115452916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=7626735620115452916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/7626735620115452916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/7626735620115452916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/08/puppies-on-vacation.html' title='&apos;Puppies&apos; on Vacation'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SJLONYX2CbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WpXFh52Xj8c/s72-c/DSC00060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-5554907529436451987</id><published>2008-07-22T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:33:04.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Thanks and Hugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I would like to thank everyone at JCG for that little celebration, especially Oli and the Events Project Team for making all this happened. I am truly moved and I will always remember how great you guys are. Love you all to bits! And pieces! Even to the crumbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*MUAAAAAAAAAACKS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-5554907529436451987?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/5554907529436451987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=5554907529436451987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5554907529436451987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5554907529436451987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/07/special-thanks-and-hugs.html' title='Special Thanks and Hugs!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-2182266518915296977</id><published>2008-07-15T22:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:40:34.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Happy Birthday....omae,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday....kisama,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday.....konoyarou,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me. I am officially 20 now. Twenty. TWENTY! This can't be real right??? It's so fast! Now I got a two in front of it. Oh noes! I prefer the -teen. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye -teen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't look like my age and I don't act like my age either. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Well, I prefer to be this way. I'll never grow up...or maybe I grow up half speed. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a "SURPRISE!!!" as soon as I got out of shower. Scared me half to death by my cousin and I was showered with 'Crazy Ribbons'. Haha. Never seen one of those before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. It's cold when you spray it on the body. Felt like spraying it under my pants. XD Ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;h, go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;t a Billabong bag from me cousins. Thankies! It's biig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for their wishes. And also I would like to wish my half-brother PS a happy baaarfday (cause he shares the same birthday as me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll 'consider' posting up the photos. Hmmmmmmm...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**UPDATE**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok...after much 'consideration' I'm gonna post some shameless photo of myself. Just for the heck of it. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SIII6FSH6aI/AAAAAAAAAMU/azIi-_HbROY/s1600-h/CIMG2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SIII6FSH6aI/AAAAAAAAAMU/azIi-_HbROY/s320/CIMG2937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224748311646824866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SIII6kWOSYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/IZZOsRuhiiA/s1600-h/CIMG2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SIII6kWOSYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/IZZOsRuhiiA/s320/CIMG2935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224748319985518978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SIII6dApv2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/GLeyEdyZcWY/s1600-h/CIMG2933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SIII6dApv2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/GLeyEdyZcWY/s320/CIMG2933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224748318015995746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SIII6kUyUnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pSIRkPh5k34/s1600-h/CIMG2941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SIII6kUyUnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pSIRkPh5k34/s320/CIMG2941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224748319979491954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know. I know. I celebrated my birthday in my pyjamas. Pyjamas is cool ok! I'm sorry that the photos of me gets more and more ridiculous by each photo. I couldn't help myself. I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; for god sakes! You won't be doing these when you're 30 right?! Right?..... Hmmm..I question myself............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-2182266518915296977?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/2182266518915296977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=2182266518915296977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/2182266518915296977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/2182266518915296977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/07/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SIII6FSH6aI/AAAAAAAAAMU/azIi-_HbROY/s72-c/CIMG2937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-1617923144753268319</id><published>2008-07-08T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:47:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive World Premier!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before I get to that, here is some old news that I had yet to post. My term test result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circuit Analysis - 96%&lt;br /&gt;Digital Fundamentals - 94%&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Maths - 94%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD. Keep it up. Troubled times ahead. *pats on my back*&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short film that I had made years ago is finally uploaded and is ready for it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worldwide debut&lt;/span&gt;! Produced, written and directed by ME! I am very proud of it. Hahahahaha! After days of hard work, careful planning and editing; this movie has zero budget. Cool eh. The power of computer games. XD Anybody can make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PART 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vir0d6UYhNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vir0d6UYhNI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PART 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuNHnuqko48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuNHnuqko48&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yay yay. That's the second and last film I made. The first film.....I'll upload it later but I'm too ashamed to post it here. Check it out yourself if you want. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally, I would like to thank all the JCG events people for a great Sunday, especially to Ms. Haru Olivia the China Doll, Darryl the Z Cup, Chris for not doing anything weird to me while walking back and the others. Let's have more outing. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was a hectic week but fun. And I'm derived of sleep. GOOFNIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PS: DESSIE DES! Nah! Update is here...stop the neh ni neh ni pu pu. LOL! Sooo childish.. haaiizz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-1617923144753268319?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/1617923144753268319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=1617923144753268319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1617923144753268319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1617923144753268319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/07/exclusive-world-premier.html' title='Exclusive World Premier!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-8043345706112795679</id><published>2008-06-23T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:56:15.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I took the wrong bus home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(ﾟεﾟ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o(&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;)o&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/33790984-8043345706112795679?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/8043345706112795679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=8043345706112795679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8043345706112795679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8043345706112795679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-1311787289656047575</id><published>2008-06-22T21:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:21:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" Two butterflies were seen fluttering around aimlessly on a beautiful blue sky" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;diyang&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD XD XD! I blurted out a random line as my cousin and I were talking about creative writing when we are on our way back from our 'little' adventure from the waterfa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lls. I wonder why there is no 'Creative Writing' for this year's CDS. I opt for 'Colour &amp;amp; Composition' instead. Hmmmmmm..... Oh! Found a leech between my toe when I got home. I felt something squishy and lo and behold! It is as fat as a fat leech would be when a leech is fat. Had to wrap my toe with 'bacon' afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme dramatized this. For the sake of "Creative Writing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" After a frolicking time at the waterfall we headed home with a smile in our face. We were exhausted from our little adventure. Beads of sweat were seen forming around my forehead and a little breeze cooled me down a little. Finally, we reached home. I trudged my legs up the stairs and found myself a chair to sit. I stretched my legs and wriggle my toes. I felt something squishy between my toes. It tickled and I giggled like a little girl. I went for a closer inspection. Horror of horrors! It was a leech."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok. Enough before it gets to long. I went into my sadistic mode and the leech is now in heaven. Probably sucking God's blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my cousin back in Ipoh was fun. FOODS GALORE. Oh man, we ate a lot didn't we? We went to watch "Get Smart". I somehow got smarter after watching the movie. My brain cells increases every second as I watched it. But died out after I exited the theater. The movie has a few good laughs but not as funny as I had anticipated. A fun movie though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"MOM! MOM! MOM! MOM!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SEAN! SEAN! SEAN! SEAN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Best line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I had to cut short my "Music of the Month". This song is irresistible. I am so glad Ajikan is able to compose something good once again. This song is somehow sad in a rock'n'roll style. Five stars. I now demand you to play it, put it on loop and listen for the next 24 hours. Did I said that before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "&lt;a href="http://pbfcomics.com/"&gt;The Perry Bible Fellowship&lt;/a&gt;" time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF246-Bee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 138px;" src="http://pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF246-Bee.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Bee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF245-Fire_Alarm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 141px;" src="http://pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF245-Fire_Alarm.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Fire Alarm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF243-The_Shrink_Ray.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 134px;" src="http://pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF243-The_Shrink_Ray.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Shrink Ray"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF238-Capital_Punishment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 148px;" src="http://pbfcomics.com/archive_b/PBF238-Capital_Punishment.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Capital Punishment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS HOW YOU PLAY HANGMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha! The "Bee" and "Capital Punishment" is so farny. I wonder how the artist is able to think all this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow! Woohooo. I need to unpack my stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! OH! Before I go, I would like to share something! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKILIxHO9tk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SKILIxHO9tk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Pika Pika Yukai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&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/33790984-1311787289656047575?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/1311787289656047575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=1311787289656047575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1311787289656047575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1311787289656047575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/06/creative-writing.html' title='Creative Writing'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-6435489561758666911</id><published>2008-06-17T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:04:42.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass Win</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completed Mass Effect. It's been a long time since I played a game with great story. Epic! Gives me goosebumps every time there's a cutscene. Great soundtrack. Great voice overs. Great story. Great. Greatgreatgreatgreate. Everything is great!!!!!!!! AGHHHHH!! I'm feeling so sad (happy at the same time; is there a correct term for this emotion? Sappy? &gt;&lt;) now because the game is over now. Now I'm off for a good rest from gaming. Oh! Did I say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! OMG! OMG!&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/33790984-6435489561758666911?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/6435489561758666911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=6435489561758666911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6435489561758666911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6435489561758666911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/06/mass-win.html' title='Mass Win'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-8195207158668534887</id><published>2008-06-15T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:13:16.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into An Unseen Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before you start to think "Whoaaaa, diyang is so creative with his title. So...philosophical." I just rip that title from Ajikan's latest mini album "Mada Minu Ashita Ni". Six tracks, nothing to shout about. I just listened it through once so there is no verdict yet. It's kinda boring but I think Ajikan is trying something different again like what they did for Fanclub. Mostly experimental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SFUvEz_liDI/AAAAAAAAAME/kIch6j0omh4/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SFUvEz_liDI/AAAAAAAAAME/kIch6j0omh4/s320/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212123903474108466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Did you know Zebra has coloured stripes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm back in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I did was to clean that horrendously yucky toilet. It was a great workout. My brother doesn't clean the toilet, I wonder what it'll become when it is left for another six months?? Maybe some mutated bug start crawling out from those holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been gaming day and night. MASS EFFECT  is MASS FTW. Full of epicness till I get goosebumps. So great. Spent more than 20 hours on it and I'm trying to complete it before I return to Singapore. That's SIX days left! I'm zombie-fied from all the gaming. Caa-aan't stop. I'm having withdrawal symptoms now. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmmpff.... I feel kinda sad. KINDA. Missing out the JCG outings during the holidays. Kinda felt left out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I can't believe my brother bought a Macbook Pro. (I like the photo booth very much! Soooo faarny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Peace be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SFUwdMwnGCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CSyI3MotEms/s1600-h/sj7p+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SFUwdMwnGCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/CSyI3MotEms/s200/sj7p+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212125421950670882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-8195207158668534887?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/8195207158668534887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=8195207158668534887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8195207158668534887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8195207158668534887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/06/into-unseen-tomorrow.html' title='Into An Unseen Tomorrow'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SFUvEz_liDI/AAAAAAAAAME/kIch6j0omh4/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-610846259546961408</id><published>2008-06-06T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:52:55.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atarashii Sekai/New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's been a long, long, long time. After a long hiatus I totally forgotten I had a blog. I just finish reading all my entries and find it amusing cause I don't remember what I had written. I am doing alright now if any of you 'readers' are wondering. I think this blog has been deserted but fear not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title suggest along with the new music of the month : ATARASHII SEKAI!!!!! Which is New World in English. I love this song very much and I DEMAND you to listen to it right now and put it on loop and keep listening for the next 24 hours. You will feel anew! (that's crap....you'll get sick of this song) Oh! Oh! If you really have nothing to do, be sure to check out the song music video. Five thousand thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, my dear friends, I am now studying in Temasek Polytechnic in Singapore. I'm currently taking Mechatronics. It's a new environment for me again and I really like it here. Going to school has never been so much fun and entertaining. (Apart from taking the MRT and bus) Time really flies. My first semester has ended two days ago. So freaking fast!! A semester just went by. *Snap* *Ka-pow* *Ka-boom* *Haaiiiiyah!* Now I'll be enjoying two weeks of break and I'll be going back to Ipoh tomorrow night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year, a new life and new found friends. Life continues as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&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/33790984-610846259546961408?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/610846259546961408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=610846259546961408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/610846259546961408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/610846259546961408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2008/06/atarashii-sekainew-world.html' title='Atarashii Sekai/New World'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-3664207739524519191</id><published>2007-12-07T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:22:53.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking A Break</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry but I will be taking a break from blogging (as if I updated). So don't expect any new entries this month. I just need a time out from all this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-3664207739524519191?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/3664207739524519191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=3664207739524519191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/3664207739524519191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/3664207739524519191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/12/taking-break.html' title='Taking A Break'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-1377571201372315867</id><published>2007-11-05T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:06:09.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;senaka no kage ga nobikiru sono aima ni nigeru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hatare ochita hana ne mo kizukazu ni tobu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;machikado amai nioi ryuusenn tooku mukou kara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dokoka de kiita you na naki koe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yokaze ga hakobu awai kibou wo nosete &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doko made yukeru ka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sore wo kobamu you ni sekai wa yurete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;subete wo ubaisara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yume nara sameta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dakedo bokura wa mada nanimo shite inai susumu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mahiru no taida wo tachikiru you na suburi de ukabu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;umare ochita kumo made miorosu you ni tobou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;machikado chi no nioi yuusen tooku mukou kara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dokoka de kiita you na naki koe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dorodoro nagareru fukaku akai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tsuki ga arawarete furareru sai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;detarame na hibi wo tachi kiritai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nani kuwanu kao de owaranu youni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yokaze ga hakobu awai kibou wo nosete &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doko made yukeru ka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sore wo kobamu you ni sekai wa yurete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;subete wo ubaisara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yume nara sameta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dakedo bokura wa mada nanimo shite inai susumu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-1377571201372315867?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/1377571201372315867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=1377571201372315867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1377571201372315867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1377571201372315867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/11/after-dark.html' title='After Dark'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-8596066576599561101</id><published>2007-10-02T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:55:52.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great! Finally! The Real Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Booyakaa!~ It's really been awhile. It seems that I don't have anything to say at the moment but maybe it might come out as I type. I'm currently in Singapore again doing some visiting here. Why I bother to blog now might be because they got really fast connection here. Malaysia's broadband can't call themselves broadband at all. Guess I'll make use of the internet here. Lots of downloads to do. On my last post, I really wanted to post something but something was in my way. Game that is. As I was about to write something that day, my beloved torrent (which took one week to download) finally completed Bioshock (or Bioshiok according to inTech..lol) And that's it for my post. Off to gaming world again. Guess, that's what I do everyday. I already completed the game once and about to complete it the second time. That's how much free time I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I came to Singapore, I sent a letter to DCA for approval and HOPEFULLY I get my reply when I'm back in Ipoh. Then I can start to go for medical check-up and once I get a Class I, then it is green light for me! Hope everything turns out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I really got nothing to write right now. Guess that's it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New updates SOOON....Sooooon....soooon....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sooooon......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sooooooon. soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-8596066576599561101?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/8596066576599561101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=8596066576599561101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8596066576599561101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8596066576599561101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/10/great-finally-real-update.html' title='Great! Finally! The Real Update.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-7154307364141687212</id><published>2007-09-09T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:00:51.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes! An update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Finally an update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To get everything started again, I've updated my playlist. That's just for the start! Updates soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-7154307364141687212?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/7154307364141687212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=7154307364141687212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/7154307364141687212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/7154307364141687212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/09/yikes-update.html' title='Yikes! An update!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-9125652522953281293</id><published>2007-07-06T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:42:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee-kay-yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worstpreviews.com/images/hitman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.worstpreviews.com/images/hitman.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YIPEE-KAY-YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's the phrase when John McClane kills the boss of the bad guy. Yup, that's Die Hard for those non Die Hard fans. Well, actually I just recently became one of the Die Hard fan few weeks ago after having a movie marathon watching all three Die Hards. Yipee-kay-yay! All because I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; wanted to watch Die Hard 4.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drafthouse.com/images/Die%20Hard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.drafthouse.com/images/Die%20Hard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com.sg/url?q=http://paisley.presys.com/graphics/diehard2.jpg&amp;usg=AFQjCNETQOTkImMsTx9ndDRWGxgLc7L8ZQ"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 194px;" src="http://images.google.com.sg/url?q=http://paisley.presys.com/graphics/diehard2.jpg&amp;usg=AFQjCNETQOTkImMsTx9ndDRWGxgLc7L8ZQ" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heman.net/hema/dvd/kuvat/Die_Hard_Vengeance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 189px;" src="http://www.heman.net/hema/dvd/kuvat/Die_Hard_Vengeance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/entertainment/2007-05/01/xin_42050401093470774655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 189px;" src="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/entertainment/2007-05/01/xin_42050401093470774655.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look at these four movie posters and what do you see? Nope, it's still Bruce Willis. You may have already figured it out even before reading this. That's right, his hair is thinning and thinning and thinning and BANG! Bald. That's not the problem. I still love him and the movie. He looks more hardcore without hair. Can't wait to watch the last Die Hard. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;object height="339" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.movieweb.com/v/V07FHtYUaZRXPA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.movieweb.com/v/V07FHtYUaZRXPA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="339" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What? Another bald guy? No no, I don't have any fetishes for bald man nor the same gender. Rest assured. This is one bad-ass bald guy. With his trademark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Silverballers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; on both hands, you'll be dead even before you could laugh at this bald head. That's agent 47 for you. A clone assassin engineered to kill. Not explosions or head shots. But killing delicately and quietly. That's the real 47 IF you played the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kotaku.com/assets/resources/2007/06/hitmanpresspic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://kotaku.com/assets/resources/2007/06/hitmanpresspic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.techybytes.com/userimages/user2181_1159282535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 134px;" src="http://www.techybytes.com/userimages/user2181_1159282535.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right: Timothy Olyphant&lt;br /&gt;Left: In-game screen of Agent 47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you noticed the trailer, THE BARCODE IS WAAAAAAAY TOO HIGH UP ON HIS HEAD! That's sooooooooo not right! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hitman finally takes its spot in the silver screen. Timothy Olyphant playing as the bald assassin, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Codename_47"&gt;Agent 47&lt;/a&gt;, doesn't fit the image of the real 47.  He is too....baby face. Not the emotionless, killing without a second thought 47 I know. 47 was voiced by &lt;a href="http://www.davidbateson.dk/"&gt;David Bateson&lt;/a&gt; which I think, he would do well playing as 47. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was relieved that Vin Diesel was not playing him anymore.&lt;/span&gt; =) Fingers crossed hoping the movie turns out as good as the game. It was great the movie kept with the game music which play an important role for the game's atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When "Hitman : Codename 47" (the first game) was released, it was mind blowing. It takes gaming to a whole new level (during that time). It was a one of a kind. The game started off with Agent 47 in a training room learning his tools of trade. It then quickly sets you out doing a contract for ICA to kill someone for a client with a hefty sum of money. I gotta say, 47 is freaking rich. As the game progressed, you slowly learned about yourself, who you really are. The barcode at the back of the head was not merely a decoration. Slowly he learns that he is a clone. Enters an asylum, saw many him, kill everyone off with a mini gun and kills the professor. The end. (Oooh, I love cutting corners)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you DO see him in the real world. Run. Or else you find him beside you disguise as your father and strangles you with a fiber wire before you realize that your father has hair for all the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.teamxbox.com/dailyposts/vindiesel-hitman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 175px;" src="http://media.teamxbox.com/dailyposts/vindiesel-hitman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What? I'm not Agent 47 anymo-kkkghhuuughhhhueekkk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-9125652522953281293?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/9125652522953281293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=9125652522953281293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/9125652522953281293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/9125652522953281293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/07/yipee-kay-yay.html' title='Yipee-kay-yay.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-150848782244744081</id><published>2007-06-29T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:05:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I *Poof* No More?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Kay. Guess I won't be doing any Houdini acts anymore. I've been disappearing quite often lately all because I won't inaccessible to the internet. I went for a holiday with my friends to Pulau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Perhentian which literally translates as Stop Island. Guess what? There's internet over there but it's Rm4* for TEN MINUTES. Geez! But who needs TV, radio or internet when you're on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; beautiful island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSYXi2SjsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c1jb3IOBaT0/s1600-h/IMGP1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSYXi2SjsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c1jb3IOBaT0/s200/IMGP1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081353809839689410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We reached Kota Bahru airport before noon and it took us an hour to reach the jetty. The boat was not leaving till 12 and we got plenty of time to waste. Fooling around, taking photos cheesy poses and playing cards. "UNO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSaKC2SjtI/AAAAAAAAALE/2rIyuk4R5DU/s1600-h/IMGP1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSaKC2SjtI/AAAAAAAAALE/2rIyuk4R5DU/s200/IMGP1643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081355776934710994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat took us another half and hour or so to reach the island. The ride was rocky but it was all fun. All the waiting was worth the...wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSbWC2SjuI/AAAAAAAAALM/PHi5Wyne88I/s1600-h/IMGP1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSbWC2SjuI/AAAAAAAAALM/PHi5Wyne88I/s200/IMGP1689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081357082604768994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The island is serene,&lt;br /&gt;The waters are clean,&lt;br /&gt;Water comes in green and blue,&lt;br /&gt;Weather was perfect with sky....blue blue,&lt;br /&gt;People were sunbathing till they go bubu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSbWS2SjvI/AAAAAAAAALU/rI1J06v2gUw/s1600-h/DSC05090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSbWS2SjvI/AAAAAAAAALU/rI1J06v2gUw/s200/DSC05090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081357086899736306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snorkeling we went,&lt;br /&gt;Fishes they went,&lt;br /&gt;Corals and fishes were seen in harmony,&lt;br /&gt;Fun we had like a family,&lt;br /&gt;Snorkeling and snorting we laughed,&lt;br /&gt;As the day passed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSfDS2SjyI/AAAAAAAAALs/F7v_b3xORAA/s1600-h/IMGP1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSfDS2SjyI/AAAAAAAAALs/F7v_b3xORAA/s200/IMGP1660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081361158528732962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSfDy2SjzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/L0Fk8t-i-30/s1600-h/IMGP1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSfDy2SjzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/L0Fk8t-i-30/s200/IMGP1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081361167118667570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet was comfortable and the foods are great,&lt;br /&gt;We were seen running around half-naked,&lt;br /&gt;The sun was perfect,&lt;br /&gt;And our bodies were cooked to well done,&lt;br /&gt;But that didn't stop us for having more fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSfCS2SjwI/AAAAAAAAALc/sJXXZkz3O9Q/s1600-h/DSC05130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSfCS2SjwI/AAAAAAAAALc/sJXXZkz3O9Q/s200/DSC05130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081361141348863746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iherng was sodomized,&lt;br /&gt;As we mesmerized,&lt;br /&gt;Two jugs were not enough,&lt;br /&gt;He wanted a longer one,&lt;br /&gt;But came out having none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSfDC2SjxI/AAAAAAAAALk/X0IF2DaFKNs/s1600-h/DSC05102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSfDC2SjxI/AAAAAAAAALk/X0IF2DaFKNs/s200/DSC05102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081361154233765650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh la la, ain't I sexy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is getting cranky,&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't too fancy,&lt;br /&gt;We all had fun,&lt;br /&gt;Me too had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gotta tell ya, writing this is ain't easy! But it's a lot of fun writing this and it saves time than to write a descriptive one. Guess I'll be on another holiday at Singapore. Need to get myself a NDS Lite. My main hard disk just died on me two days ago. I'm gonna get myself a new HDD, motherboard, graphics card and ram. It's about time my computer needs a little upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSiSy2Sj0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/-suMbdmOFsI/s1600-h/DSC05170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSiSy2Sj0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/-suMbdmOFsI/s200/DSC05170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081364723351588674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Di-Yang &gt;&lt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : More photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/diyang/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Edited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-150848782244744081?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/150848782244744081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=150848782244744081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/150848782244744081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/150848782244744081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-poof-no-more.html' title='I *Poof* No More?'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RoSYXi2SjsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c1jb3IOBaT0/s72-c/IMGP1642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-409012429213179026</id><published>2007-06-16T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:58:45.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Poof*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Guess what? I'll be doing another disappearing act, maybe for the last time. I'll be out for a week. (Hey Khael, at least this time I tell you beforehand. &gt;&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll be going for a holiday with my friends to Pulau Perhentian. Just an island and a beach. Wonder if there's any chick there? Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-409012429213179026?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/409012429213179026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=409012429213179026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/409012429213179026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/409012429213179026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/06/poof.html' title='*Poof*'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-8136823324135524328</id><published>2007-06-13T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:40:29.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack. Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's official. I'm finally done with my A'Levels. One and a half year seems to have passed so quickly and I can't believe my college life has just ended. I could remember the first day I went to college clearly. Further Maths was our first class. Speaking of Mathematics, I can finally say goodbye to Maths for now. I don't know how I endured 5 days of classes everyday filled with nothing but Maths. Somehow, I liked Maths and kinda miss it sometimes. Must be because I've been facing nothing but Maths every single day. Ahhh... my shoulders felt so much lighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm finally back in Ipoh after a month away in KL and I got to eat "Hor Hee" yesterday. I got to say, I never, never taste food this good before. No exaggeration here. I'm deep down honest. That bowl of hot steaming "Hor Hee" I ate yesterday never taste this good before. It's totally different. It feels like I'm eating a luxurious bowl of abalone with shark fin. I miss Ipoh food. Oh, finally able to say "GOOOOOODBYE MAMAK!". I think I'll never step into a mamak stall in months to come. Just thinking about the food in mamak stalls and in KL makes me shiver. I'm not saying KL food is not good. It's the usual place I ate when I was in KL. Ugghh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Now that I'm back in civilization (place with internet!), I got lots of Bleach to catch up. Checking up on games that I missed. I'm in a dire need to play at least a decent PC game on my computer. I miss playing computer games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've got nothing to write at the moment and update will be quite soon. Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-8136823324135524328?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/8136823324135524328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=8136823324135524328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8136823324135524328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8136823324135524328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-baaaaack-again.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack. Again.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-71894770365984156</id><published>2007-04-28T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:16:57.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Points =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You read that right. It's now 5 points gap between Chelsea and Man Utd. It's been a disappointing weekend for me AND for Chelsea; and because Chelsea drew, there will be Jose Mourinho all over the papers tomorrow. I bet my life on it. It's going to be that hand ball thing and the penalty conspiracy thing. Sigh.....talking, that's what Jose does best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I must admit, Man Utd did another beautiful match. Going two-nil down and led 4-2. Hmmm.... how much does Neville paid to score that own goal? The commentator over at the Chelsea match jokingly said about a conspiracy in Neville scoring that own goal. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What a season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-71894770365984156?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/71894770365984156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=71894770365984156&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/71894770365984156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/71894770365984156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-points.html' title='5 Points =('/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-4224905461070354366</id><published>2007-04-28T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:32:33.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offline.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ahhh. It is good that I am finally able to online again. It's been about almost a month  that I had no access to the internet over at my place in KL due to those irresponsible, fat lazy bum TMNet staffs. It's been really frustrating really. I'll be back at KL on Tuesday and I bet my armpit hairs that there's still no internet in my apartment. That means I'll be off lined yet again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Being back online now, I felt a little outdated with current world now. I was also a little lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;st of what to do with the internet! I was like signing in to my MSN and then....what's next??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's a little sad to see my blog sitting here to rot. Look at the last entry's date! My playlist is not updating and I got fed up and changed to Yukebox instead. Same skin but better. =) I bet you're already tired of "Late Goodbye" but it's really a long goodbye for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think I lost my ability to write properly because I can't think of anything to write right now. Since I might be unavailable to the internet I'll put something up for some good laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9KaOJIbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ofq0AMeqVCc/s1600-h/0PBF21049BC-Left_Brain_Right_Brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9KaOJIbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ofq0AMeqVCc/s200/0PBF21049BC-Left_Brain_Right_Brain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058313318025470386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9KqOJIcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DVPSUc43DD4/s1600-h/0PBF22048BC-Today_is_my_Birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9KqOJIcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DVPSUc43DD4/s200/0PBF22048BC-Today_is_my_Birthday.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058313322320437698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9KqOJIdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TkGk25NvI3E/s1600-h/0PBF65005BC-Mosquitos_Bite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9KqOJIdI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TkGk25NvI3E/s200/0PBF65005BC-Mosquitos_Bite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058313322320437714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9KqOJIeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QNvVzZ07Uwk/s1600-h/PBF040AD-Moon_Bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9KqOJIeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QNvVzZ07Uwk/s200/PBF040AD-Moon_Bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058313322320437730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9K6OJIfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ACo-0VCW6tQ/s1600-h/PBF093AD-Cave_Explorer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9K6OJIfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ACo-0VCW6tQ/s200/PBF093AD-Cave_Explorer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058313326615405042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9q6OJIgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/M9i0rYRUinM/s1600-h/PBF102AD-Woolves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9q6OJIgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/M9i0rYRUinM/s200/PBF102AD-Woolves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058313876371218946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9rKOJIhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/s5HikX0fFTA/s1600-h/PBF186-Guntron_Alliance_Force.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9rKOJIhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/s5HikX0fFTA/s200/PBF186-Guntron_Alliance_Force.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058313880666186258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My favourite among all. Guntron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-all pictures taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://pbfcomics.com/"&gt;The Perry Bible Fellowship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh, everybody should join &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. It's much better than Friendster. Dang, en, you got me kinda hooked with it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/33790984-4224905461070354366?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/4224905461070354366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=4224905461070354366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4224905461070354366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4224905461070354366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/04/offline.html' title='Offline.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RjK9KaOJIbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Ofq0AMeqVCc/s72-c/0PBF21049BC-Left_Brain_Right_Brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-4118910992577762881</id><published>2007-03-02T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:12:36.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scanner Darkly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cinematicwallpaper.com/movie-pictures/wallpapers/A_Scanner_Darkly_wallpaper/A_Scanner_Darkly_2.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 176px;" src="http://www.cinematicwallpaper.com/movie-pictures/wallpapers/A_Scanner_Darkly_wallpaper/A_Scanner_Darkly_2.sized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Have you ever heard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;"A Scanner Darkly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;? Some might not have heard of it but this movie is already shown in the US. I wonder this movie will be shown here in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The L.A. of a not-too-distant future suffers a surge of drug abuse involving a new ultra-addictive and eventually brain-damaging substance simply named "D". Bob Arctor is an undercover narc leading a double life, dutifully reporting to his superiors while effectively having abandoned whatever normal existence he had for a "D" user/dealer career. But this schizophrenic situation and the drug-induced memory and concentration lapses put Bob under mounting stress."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;imdb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I really like their way of presenting this film. It's call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rotoscoping"&gt;rotoscoping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. I gotta say it looks really really nice. It's like cell-shaded but it's not. It got a nice comic feeling to it and I'm definately watching this. What is more to say when you have Keanu Reeves in it. Rotoscopified. I've uploaded the trailer. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://boreddreamer.wordpress.com/files/2006/07/scanner-darkly-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://boreddreamer.wordpress.com/files/2006/07/scanner-darkly-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Woah, this isn't Matrix!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/oVnvilLFk2Y" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/oVnvilLFk2Y" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In another news, Sunday's League Cup Final ended with a brawl between Chelsea and Arsenal. I am truly disgusted by this event which marred the beauty of football. Over the years,  the beauty of football had been soiled by racism and divings and now brawlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/graphics/2007/02/27/ufnche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 143px;" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/graphics/2007/02/27/ufnche.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2007/02/27/svEBOUE_wideweb__470x276,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 143px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2007/02/27/svEBOUE_wideweb__470x276,0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*DING* DING* DING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I particularly like this part which appeared on The Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wayne Bridge and Emmanuel Eboue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bridge is standing on the fringe of the action when Eboue wanders over holding the ball. Bridge pulls the ball out of his hand. Eboue reacts by kicking Bridge in the shin and striking him on the back of his head with his forearm. Bridge's immediate response is to draw his elbow back as if to jab Eboue in the ribs. Then he looks to his right, where an official is standing, stops, raises himself erect, clutches the crown of his head, opens his mouth as if screaming with pain, and falls dramtically to the ground. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eboue, meanwhile, has decided to give Bridge another shove &lt;/span&gt;but, with Bridge already falling, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eboue loses his balance and tumbles&lt;/span&gt; on top of him. When Eboue gets up Bridge rolls around in apparent agony and receives lengthy treatment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It is all because of a ball.  And Eboue is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And Terry decided to try and swallow his tongue just like what Cech did. Cech lied to him that it was tasty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thestandard.com.hk/newsimage/20070227/jt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.thestandard.com.hk/newsimage/20070227/jt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mmm, yummy~."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And the Brawling Cup goes toooo CHELSEA.It's an ugly match, but Chelsea won the Cup. Congrats and shame on you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shanghaidaily.com/NewsImage/2007/2007-02/2007-02-27/20070227_307223_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.shanghaidaily.com/NewsImage/2007/2007-02/2007-02-27/20070227_307223_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah!! The Snarling Cup is mine. All mine!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Chelsea won the match by TKO.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'll be meeting my friends En and Reen tomorrow. I'm so looking forward to meeting you girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-4118910992577762881?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/4118910992577762881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=4118910992577762881&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4118910992577762881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4118910992577762881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/03/scanner-darkly.html' title='A Scanner Darkly'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-8595269874593733139</id><published>2007-02-17T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:22:36.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Year of The...*Oink** Oink*!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*oink* *oink* *snort* *snort*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That means Happy Chinese New Year in pig language. I would also like to wish everyone "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;" and may you have a prosperous year ahead and may the pig guide you through the year. Well, but  don't really follow a pig around if you see one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's the year of the pig! It's a great excuse to all to eat more and gain a little more weight. It's time to dump your dieting schedule and eat like you never eat before! Your stomach has been given a year of free pass to dump any 'garbage' you see on the table. Well, being fat is not really a big deal really. It shows that you're prosperous and there's food on the table everyday. They are some who are not as 'prosperous' as you are. So, be grateful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Again, Happy Chinese New Year to everybody and safe travels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-8595269874593733139?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/8595269874593733139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=8595269874593733139&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8595269874593733139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8595269874593733139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-year-of-theoink-oink.html' title='It&apos;s The Year of The...*Oink** Oink*!!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-5329820052384374982</id><published>2007-02-14T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T14:15:58.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haarpiee Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kotaku.com/assets/resources/2007/02/ineedyouval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 186px;" src="http://kotaku.com/assets/resources/2007/02/ineedyouval.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; to my family and friends. Valentine is the day where we show our love to our loved ones &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; not just boyfriend/girlfriend but most importantly, to your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt;. I really can't understand (some) people why their Valentine's Day does not include their parents.  (They) should at least greet them first and later with flowers and chocolates or maybe none. But that's just enough to make them know you love them. It's really sad to say that how often do they buy flowers for their parents. And the next thing they know, they'll be buying flowers for their funeral realising it's a little too late and how you wished you had done this or that. I'm sorry, I'm not trying to sound like I'm acting all grown-up but I just wanted to voice it out. I just want you people to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moving on, my Valentine's Day is made up of Maths classes, Physics class, melted Cadbury chocolates with nice wrappings from Mindy (thankyouiieee), wishing mom, Question 6 for Maths Tutorial to show on board tomorrow, a headbutt from my friend and sweeping the floor of my apartment. Ahhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm returning to Ipoh tomorrow evening. Woohoo! It's been almost one month(?) since I last 'set foot' on Ipoh soil. I can't wait to return home to see my house repainted and I don't know how it looks like now. *anxious**anxious* Our house is already six years old and I felt like I just lived there for 2-3 years. I still haven't choose the colour for my room yet. Or maybe my brother had already chosen for me. *crosses fingers* Hope it looks nice. By the time I reach home, the house is pretty much cleaned up for Chinese New Year so there's nothing much for me to do. Wahaha. How evil of me....but I'm sure my Mom will come up with something for me to do. I hope the kitchen floor is already scrubed because I promised her to scrub it during my 1 month holiday. But I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I include a video for some pickup lines to get/impress your date(s) during Valentine. I came across this in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.kotaku.com/"&gt;Kotaku&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oblivion&lt;/span&gt; is such a great game. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/dinb0ejLJW4" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/dinb0ejLJW4" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You...I'd seen you.Let me see your face...You are the one from my dreams. Then the stars were right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I heard you know how to move in light armour."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Light armour....catch it? &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am your emperor."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'd greatly advise you not to use this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-5329820052384374982?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/5329820052384374982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=5329820052384374982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5329820052384374982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5329820052384374982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/02/haarpiee-valentine-day.html' title='Haarpiee Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-2950370564111575968</id><published>2007-02-09T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T22:37:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karl &amp; Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh finally! It's already two weeks since I left to Singapore. How fast time passes. Look at the date! It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9th of February&lt;/span&gt; now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26th January,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Arrived at Singapore and happily open our map drawn by my cousin and start following it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaFZ_tRDwzI/RbeDhYoGlZI/AAAAAAAAANI/w1dSK142IX4/s320/Map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaFZ_tRDwzI/RbeDhYoGlZI/AAAAAAAAANI/w1dSK142IX4/s320/Map.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A nicely drawn map...but it leads to nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But it wasn't hard finding our way if all the well placed signboards. We were like shouting "Jurong! Jurong!" when we saw the sign! We're closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Gu-ma's place :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2TWlNMaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wHwVthZoSJU/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2TWlNMaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wHwVthZoSJU/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029524958717227426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum and Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guess what? The ex-convict is back! Refer to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html"&gt;Dinner And a Convict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2TmlNMbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/38YXOwv9Scg/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2TmlNMbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/38YXOwv9Scg/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029524963012194738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh-em-gee! It's you who framed me! Gong-gong!...I mean Mummy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2TmlNMcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xCRZo-wsJlE/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2TmlNMcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xCRZo-wsJlE/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029524963012194754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Don't frame me anymore...plreesh..phlreeeesh."&lt;br /&gt;Haha...he is just so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2T2lNMdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/a6cE_5btVlY/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2T2lNMdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/a6cE_5btVlY/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029524967307162066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2T2lNMdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/a6cE_5btVlY/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2T2lNMeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lFGUHYmRdJA/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx2T2lNMeI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lFGUHYmRdJA/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029524967307162082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Muahhh, the food is fantastic!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lol, what a stupid face. No he doesn't look like that all the time. I just couldn't restrain myself from putting up this photo. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx57GlNMfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ljzUvt-wT4E/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx57GlNMfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ljzUvt-wT4E/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029528940151910898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx57WlNMgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ys6oId1yPKI/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx57WlNMgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ys6oId1yPKI/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029528944446878210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx57WlNMhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/plpTYlZ7ouY/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx57WlNMhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/plpTYlZ7ouY/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029528944446878226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody and bride-to-be cousin Catherine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx57mlNMiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_54xzpyOngU/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx57mlNMiI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_54xzpyOngU/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+31.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029528948741845538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;diwei, diyang, siautung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx572lNMjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Nc0QPLCtkac/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/Rcx572lNMjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Nc0QPLCtkac/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029528953036812850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle, aunty, siautung, me and little Brendan in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27th January,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RcyDxGlNMkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zDplKfyDHPg/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+%282%29+-+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RcyDxGlNMkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zDplKfyDHPg/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+%282%29+-+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029539763469496898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheesy pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RcyDxmlNMlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TMsjMwxfURc/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+%282%29+-+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RcyDxmlNMlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TMsjMwxfURc/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+%282%29+-+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029539772059431506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;diyang, diyan, xueling, brandon, siautung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RcyDx2lNMmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kXGlG1vj5U8/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RcyDx2lNMmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kXGlG1vj5U8/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+49.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029539776354398818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here comes the bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RcyDyGlNMnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FtbP21J5wuQ/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+-+54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RcyDyGlNMnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/FtbP21J5wuQ/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+-+54.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029539780649366130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brendan's little sister Isabel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Isabel sure knows when to look beautiful and obedient unlike her brother. Maybe Brendan's mom fed him with high energizer milk or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After the church, we went to Gu-ma's house for tea drinking ceremony and later to Four Seasons Hotel for luncheon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RcyFtmlNMoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bJ6Enbu40m0/s1600-h/Cat+%26+Karl+%282%29+-+36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RcyFtmlNMoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bJ6Enbu40m0/s200/Cat+%26+Karl+%282%29+-+36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029541902363210370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mmmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-2950370564111575968?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/2950370564111575968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=2950370564111575968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/2950370564111575968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/2950370564111575968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/02/karl-cat.html' title='Karl &amp; Cat'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VaFZ_tRDwzI/RbeDhYoGlZI/AAAAAAAAANI/w1dSK142IX4/s72-c/Map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-8091910129711575970</id><published>2007-01-28T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:08:25.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Sing-a-pore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Greetings! This is rather a late greeting from me yet I felt like greeting nonetheless. Arrived at Singapore on Friday. We reached the checkpoint at around 0930 and it took us another 2 hours to find our way to my cousin's house due to some 'technical error'.  My uncle drew us a map to his house, but he wrote the wrong exit number and found ourselves wandering around aimlessly. Luckily we managed to find the way ourselves or we might end up somewhere in Thailand. Ermm..that's the other end.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Skipping school for one day makes me feel left out but I do not have to listen to the speech thing by the Head of School which is suppose to be held on that day. Oh well, I guess I'm fortunate not having to endure that. Exams on Monday and I have yet to study. How am I suppose to do that while I'm here enjoying myself?! Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! Arghhhhhhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anyway, the wedding ceremony at the church is fascinating and the wedding banquet at Four Seasons Hotel is magnificent. Such a majestic hotel and the toilet is B-E-U-TIFUL!  Absolutely beautiful.....breathtaking. What else could I add? There's stacks of towel for your disposal after you wash your hands. Towels! Clean and fluffy towels! You could have mistaken the toilet as a......a...room with sinks and urinals and toilet bowls. Oh, that's a toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm too lazy to talk about the whole event but pictures will be posted once I got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-8091910129711575970?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/8091910129711575970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=8091910129711575970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8091910129711575970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/8091910129711575970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/01/greetings-from-sing-pore.html' title='Greetings from Sing-a-pore!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-6047878740636800038</id><published>2007-01-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:14:49.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.R.O.M  - Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-cjQ5vuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-ppJIXRfr9I/s1600-h/IMG_3005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-cjQ5vuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-ppJIXRfr9I/s200/IMG_3005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022497038415806178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"The guy in the red shirt is my half brother since we're born on the same day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We share no resemblence or whatsoever.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-czQ5vvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lgB5kt4AhNI/s1600-h/DSCF1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-czQ5vvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/lgB5kt4AhNI/s200/DSCF1401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022497042710773490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-eTQ5vwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ev1yVbOhzmU/s1600-h/IMG_2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-eTQ5vwI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ev1yVbOhzmU/s200/IMG_2997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022497068480577282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-ezQ5vxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/roNoBQDbH3E/s1600-h/IMG_3017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-ezQ5vxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/roNoBQDbH3E/s200/IMG_3017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022497077070511890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Not forgetting my three ecstasy-singing friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-fDQ5vyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0w0yOzsJ9hY/s1600-h/IMG_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-fDQ5vyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0w0yOzsJ9hY/s200/IMG_3008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022497081365479202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbOA5zQ5vzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1rWxJWuWXEg/s1600-h/IMG_3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbOA5zQ5vzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1rWxJWuWXEg/s200/IMG_3011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022499739950235442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbOA6TQ5v0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/NZ0__tDXqM0/s1600-h/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbOA6TQ5v0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/NZ0__tDXqM0/s200/IMG_3018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022499748540170050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Woooot...you're probably are looking for pretty girls..sorry...my class only have six girls. We, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;testosterone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;pumped creatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, dominate the class. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-6047878740636800038?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/6047878740636800038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=6047878740636800038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6047878740636800038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6047878740636800038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/01/prom-pictures.html' title='P.R.O.M  - Pictures'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RbN-cjQ5vuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-ppJIXRfr9I/s72-c/IMG_3005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-1832855071441441837</id><published>2007-01-13T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:16:03.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.R.O.M - Potato Really Own Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One word. Pathetic. Although it's kind of an enjoyable night with friends but not letting my singing-fever friends to complete their performance after all their hard work and preparations. It kills the mood. Totally. And asking them to leave while they're singing and others dancing on the dancefloor, how screwed up could it get? Can't the prom just go on for the night rather than stopping it at 11:30? Heh, the song "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Way&lt;/span&gt;" really puts in the mood sang by Khai Sheng@KK. Hey, 'Jaclyn' Lee didn't do bad either. Hey, you guys inspired me to sing. Next time lets sing together! We'll be the next &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il Divo&lt;/span&gt;....ermm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'P' Divo&lt;/span&gt; perhaps? Pee pee? &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next, the food is.....well...yeah. Uh-huh. Bad. Maybe the cakes from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt; is not that bad. But the pizza? I'll pass. I paid RM20 for the prom to eat three bites of a pizza and another few bites of cake that left my stomach crying for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyone was at their best look that night. Well, for me that night? The only thing that belongs to me is my underwear and my socks. Hey, everything's left at Ipoh but I'm lucky enough to borrow my housemate's shirt, slack, belt and shoes. Bah, I could have gone naked or just wearing an underwear and socks. Stop...stop imagining about me in that! I know you are! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could have in my best gentleman behaviour that night...but I kind of screwed up a little though. I requested flowers for my friends in class but I didn't expect to be on stage to give them the flowers! Went up, gave them the flowers, group hug, left the stage. By the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;potatoes&lt;/s&gt;  gods! I should have at least escorted them off stage but I wimply went off myself. Hey, I was not aware of that and I hope others is not aware of that either. Oh, that flower request thing swindled me...it should have come with a soft toy but it didn't. @#$%^! Making my message feels stupid. It' goes like this "The toy is for Jane". But there's no freaking toy! Curse you, you swindlers! I could have made a better message: "Don't fight for it, the flowers are enough for everyone." instead! Oh well, at least I got the roses....if it turns out to be chrysantemums....I'll stick a pole to where the sun never shines to whoever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The prom kinda ended abruptly (see first para), white lights were switched on while the song is still in progress, he stopped singing, everyone stopped dancing. But the piano was still playing. Infuriated, Mr. Il Divo@KK continued to sing and end "I DID IT MYYYYYYYYYY WAYYY!" Whoooo...makes me wanna go up there and sing. Haha! We'll sing next time for sure. =) Make another such prom like thing but maybe just our class. We'll have a good time. After A2 perhaps!? Whoooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of course that night doesn't end there. We freaking went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curve&lt;/span&gt; for pub. Pub doens't fill your stomachs mind you. Instead, we ate at some restaurant in The Curve. We could have gone to BRJ or something. But the trip to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curve&lt;/span&gt;? Whoooo...my adrenalined-pumped-singing friends does not get enough of singing. And we saaaang....I DID IT MYYY WAAAAY! all the way and along with other songs. And I hate it when they start singing Mandarin songs which made me left out. Sigh! But it was all fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everything ended and it was about 2am. Everyone looked like zombies and 'Jaclyn' drove like he's high on drugs or drunk. Literally. I stayed overnight at my friend's house. Yaddi yadda... That night, my wallet was already drained and only left Rm2.70. But I still owe RM2 to one of my housemates for the burger I ate two days ago. This leaves me 0.70 cents now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But still, it was a good night out. My first ever prom and I gave cookies to someone I wanted to give. And thanks to all my friends who made the day an enjoyable one. Not forgetting their support. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pictures will be posted later on. I still haven't receive any from them yet.&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/33790984-1832855071441441837?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/1832855071441441837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=1832855071441441837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1832855071441441837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1832855071441441837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/01/prom-potato-really-own-me.html' title='P.R.O.M - Potato Really Own Me!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-5933565768591004985</id><published>2007-01-10T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T16:07:31.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok. This is bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; think I just made the biggest mistake of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the year&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; my life. No, it has nothing to do with my underwear ended up stuck in the toilet bowl, thus losing my favourite colour underwear. I'm not going to put the details here because I don't even know if it's good or bad. If you seem so eager to know message me and see what you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; viewed that my action is well...awkward and inappropriate and the 'shouldn't have done that' kind of thing. Heck, my friends doesn't view it as a bad thing. To hell with it. It felt so awkward and I could die of nervousness. Maybe it's just me that I view my actions negatively and I'd been trying to view it in another perspective yet I felt something's wrong. What is done is done. All I can do now is nothing and hope everything turns up well. It's just that.....I'm not asking for anything.... Dang!...it really does feel awkward. But what I did was something I never done before in my life. Hey, what a great start of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-5933565768591004985?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/5933565768591004985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=5933565768591004985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5933565768591004985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5933565768591004985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/01/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-oh?'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-6609570661463408757</id><published>2007-01-01T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:41:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh noes! It's two-oh-oh-seven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh noes! It's 2006! No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh noes! It's 2007! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh! Oh! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haaaaarpy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to whoever is reading this! May you have a good year ahead and 2008 is just around the corner! Time flies..really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh noes! I'm back in KL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh noes! College starting soooon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh noes! I'm still a potato!&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooh noooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes? No...I don't feel like reviewing my year. I'm lazy.... @_@&lt;br /&gt;Oh nooooo!&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/33790984-6609570661463408757?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/6609570661463408757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=6609570661463408757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6609570661463408757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/6609570661463408757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-noes.html' title='Oh noes! It&apos;s two-oh-oh-seven!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-1371768188609636075</id><published>2006-12-25T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:11:58.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I got shirts for my presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We had  a beautiful dinner on eve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We fooled Di-Yan that his present is a box of underwears!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But it was a Sony Ericsson phone with father's new underwear in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I got lazy to update my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here's an update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And that's a present for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-1371768188609636075?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/1371768188609636075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=1371768188609636075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1371768188609636075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1371768188609636075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-yall.html' title='Merry Christmas y&apos;all!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-9211815746415154003</id><published>2006-12-15T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:12:32.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Heaven to Hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was in Heaven for two days. But God doesn't allow me stay more than that and he sent me back to Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Genting Highlands was freaking cool and cold. Cold and cool. Cold. Cool. Cooooool. Being back here in Ipoh feels like Hell. It's so hot today and made me lazy and slept through the afternoon. The more I sleep, the&lt;/span&gt; more tired I become. I don't know why. Is that how it should work??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLCOZV68GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4jf7KN53rQU/s1600-h/DSC04672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLCOZV68GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4jf7KN53rQU/s200/DSC04672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008779288166199394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One way ticket to Heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Some of the rides at the theme park was not opened early and we did some cam whoring until the rides open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLF_JV68HI/AAAAAAAAACY/xcOwy2DA_dI/s1600-h/DSC04675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLF_JV68HI/AAAAAAAAACY/xcOwy2DA_dI/s200/DSC04675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008783424219705458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLSF5V68UI/AAAAAAAAAEA/As3lwSQQfU8/s1600-h/DSC04677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLSF5V68UI/AAAAAAAAAEA/As3lwSQQfU8/s200/DSC04677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008796734323355970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting in queue was gruelling  and torturing especially the wet ride due to some no apparent reason. I felt like jumping out of the queue and punch the attendant who was there sitting and doing absolutely nothing. At least tell us why it's taking such a long time! She's lucky I'm the patient kind and a non-violent guy as well. But I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; in game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLIx5V68II/AAAAAAAAACg/YuMlsfwTwwM/s1600-h/DSC04691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLIx5V68II/AAAAAAAAACg/YuMlsfwTwwM/s200/DSC04691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008786495121322114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLIyJV68JI/AAAAAAAAACo/HHXTX3wHrwo/s1600-h/DSC04689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLIyJV68JI/AAAAAAAAACo/HHXTX3wHrwo/s200/DSC04689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008786499416289426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before ascending....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLIypV68KI/AAAAAAAAACw/3swQ2G7uH4c/s1600-h/DSC04693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLIypV68KI/AAAAAAAAACw/3swQ2G7uH4c/s200/DSC04693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008786508006224034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLIypV68LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Br3ivb5SRDw/s1600-h/DSC04695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLIypV68LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Br3ivb5SRDw/s200/DSC04695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008786508006224050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLIy5V68MI/AAAAAAAAADA/rjWvSz2QDCw/s1600-h/DSC04699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLIy5V68MI/AAAAAAAAADA/rjWvSz2QDCw/s200/DSC04699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008786512301191362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...after descending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cold weather + rain + water splashing  x more splashing = Fun, fun, fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;More fun than rolling a potato downhill! Or watching it roll downhill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLMjpV68NI/AAAAAAAAADI/BnRxTFrfXrw/s1600-h/DSC04700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLMjpV68NI/AAAAAAAAADI/BnRxTFrfXrw/s200/DSC04700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008790648354697426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLMj5V68OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2rtxvJNfCb0/s1600-h/DSC04701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLMj5V68OI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2rtxvJNfCb0/s200/DSC04701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008790652649664738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Introducing the new Flying Coaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah, it's a new ride...it was still under construction the last time we went. Now, it is fully operational and you get to fly like....Superman!...in cages! The new ride lets you ride 5 times but I got used to it on the second time. And I don't want to wait in line anymore my tummy was crying for food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLOGpV68PI/AAAAAAAAADY/MQa0OVgjM-4/s1600-h/DSC04709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLOGpV68PI/AAAAAAAAADY/MQa0OVgjM-4/s200/DSC04709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008792349161746674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Food arrives more slowly when you're hungry....like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLQBZV68QI/AAAAAAAAADg/t9OM0ljDFbk/s1600-h/DSC04752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLQBZV68QI/AAAAAAAAADg/t9OM0ljDFbk/s200/DSC04752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008794457990689026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLQBpV68SI/AAAAAAAAADw/J-Q9p_X44iE/s1600-h/DSC04736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLQBpV68SI/AAAAAAAAADw/J-Q9p_X44iE/s200/DSC04736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008794462285656354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLQBZV68RI/AAAAAAAAADo/_m_tQ-F5X2g/s1600-h/DSC04754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLQBZV68RI/AAAAAAAAADo/_m_tQ-F5X2g/s200/DSC04754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008794457990689042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The ride home was gruelling and torturing...again...we're cramped at the back seat...more like children's seat waaaay back. Pack as a sardine tin can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I was welcomed home with a rainbow. Thank you Ipoh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLSEpV68TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DvMLQGn9dI4/s1600-h/DSC04757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLSEpV68TI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DvMLQGn9dI4/s200/DSC04757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008796712848519474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The rainbow slowly deformed and spelt out "WELCOME HOME".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It happened so quickly I didn't have the chance to photograph it. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh I got this unbelievable message out of the blue while I was happily playing "Ghost Squad" at the arcade centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLTgpV68VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gR_7hjPAR2c/s1600-h/DSC04764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLTgpV68VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gR_7hjPAR2c/s200/DSC04764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008798293396484434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Sc4 students 04-05..!! Got gatherin diz saturday.. ArOund 1pm!! At juscO. Do cOme.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahooo...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-9211815746415154003?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/9211815746415154003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=9211815746415154003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/9211815746415154003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/9211815746415154003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-heaven-to-hell.html' title='From Heaven to Hell.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RYLCOZV68GI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4jf7KN53rQU/s72-c/DSC04672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-5809718904539253596</id><published>2006-12-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:31:26.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen is not pronouced as 'jen'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RX67G6hXAbI/AAAAAAAAABs/4IwTTRN0w-g/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RX67G6hXAbI/AAAAAAAAABs/4IwTTRN0w-g/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007645563145355698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Ack! It's that evolution again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Woooot! I'm off to Genting Highlands tomorrow morning! That picture was taken 2 years ago along with my cousins. Time really sure flies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RX670KhXAcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QLNI80Tx62I/s1600-h/94.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RX670KhXAcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QLNI80Tx62I/s320/94.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007646340534436290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Of course, it wouldn't be fun without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RX68K6hXAdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lnduz7IW_G0/s1600-h/97.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RX68K6hXAdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lnduz7IW_G0/s320/97.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007646731376460242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I promised &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to bring that freaking shirt along. Be back in 2 days! See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-5809718904539253596?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/5809718904539253596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=5809718904539253596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5809718904539253596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/5809718904539253596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/12/gen-is-not-pronouced-as-jen.html' title='Gen is not pronouced as &apos;jen&apos;!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RX67G6hXAbI/AAAAAAAAABs/4IwTTRN0w-g/s72-c/19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-1093224534384496005</id><published>2006-12-11T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:53:55.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T for tea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RX0ZBkWTd4I/AAAAAAAAABg/li0VyQS7RnE/s1600-h/DSC04653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RX0ZBkWTd4I/AAAAAAAAABg/li0VyQS7RnE/s320/DSC04653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007185875433650050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mom, me and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ...you tell too many lies i don't believe every word you say in this post&lt;/span&gt;". No lies. I did really went to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cameron yesterday. Wooooot! My titles are getting dull and I can't think of an appropriate title for this post! It's just an hour drive up to Cameron and I gotta tell ya...going down at night is freaking scary and I can't see a thing and what's even more scary that they're people who kept overtaking us like nobody's business unknowing of any oncoming traffics. Lorries overtaking us is eeeven more scary. All I can do was to hold my breath. If this is a game I'll force them on the other road till an oncoming vehicle crashes them. That would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I lost count of how many cups of tea I had drank. From milk tea to chinese tea to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teh tarik&lt;/span&gt;. I drank so much I started to sweat tea. You can wiped them up with a handkerchief and squeeze it out to drink it again. Yummy. Really, the tea is totally different and it has a really sweet aroma. I wished I could stay there....drinking tea outside a balcony while enjoying the cool breeze. Ooooooh...... Even my pee taste like tea. (Just kidding! &gt;&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll end the post with pics of flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/celeriL/DSC04651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/celeriL/DSC04651.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/celeriL/DSC04657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/celeriL/DSC04657.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/celeriL/DSC04662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/celeriL/DSC04662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/celeriL/DSC04658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/celeriL/DSC04658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/celeriL/DSC04647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/celeriL/DSC04647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-1093224534384496005?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/1093224534384496005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=1093224534384496005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1093224534384496005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/1093224534384496005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/12/t-for-tea.html' title='T for tea.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RX0ZBkWTd4I/AAAAAAAAABg/li0VyQS7RnE/s72-c/DSC04653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-4489419558682567636</id><published>2006-12-09T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:03:03.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the season......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;......to be jolly! Fa la la la la, la la la la. It's the month December and Christmas is just 16 days away. Our Christmas tree is finally up today. Oh, it's already abit late because we went all the way to the US and choose the perfect pine tree and cut it for our living room. Naaah, it's due to my father's laziness to bring the tree down from the attic.  My mom did most of the decorations while I did contribute a little. Lying on the sofa and directing where should these be put while sucking with my Chupa lolipop. Ok..no I did not direct my mom and she shoved me off for simply hanging the decors but the lolipop and the sofa is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXqVOkWTd1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/rscvRMHvpXY/s1600-h/DSC04640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXqVOkWTd1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/rscvRMHvpXY/s200/DSC04640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006478013283661650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXqWX0WTd2I/AAAAAAAAABE/XNXVR1x8iNY/s1600-h/DSC04644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXqWX0WTd2I/AAAAAAAAABE/XNXVR1x8iNY/s200/DSC04644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006479271709079394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The tree is up but where's the present?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hehe...I know my present(without the Sssss..) are up in my parent's room waiting to be wrapped in shiny present wrappers. I took a peek inside...and guess what? IT'S A FREAKING PS3!!!!! Naah.....it wouldn't be true and if you believe it.....you're a potato. No, I don't know what it means. Don't ask. I've been telling lots of lies in this post...does that mean I'm a bad boy? But still...I get my present. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey, you might be thinking of getting one of this tree but couldn't afford one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Think recycle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/resources/2006/12/dewtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/resources/2006/12/dewtree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But you'll be spending your holidays drinking Mountain Dew until  it starts spilling out from your nostrils. However, all the hard work pays off. A perfect christmas tree. "A very Dew-y Christmas".  And you don't have to spend so much on shiny little balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For those who are filthy rich, you can make your tree out of USD notes or those cheapskates who are rich might opt for RM5 notes. Hey! It's green. It's your tree and it's up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But if you don't want to make so much effort on your christmas tree...you can make one of these pathetic tress. It's cute and it does not take much space either. And you just have to buy one ball for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gizmodo.com/assets/resources/2006/12/charlie_brown_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gizmodo.com/assets/resources/2006/12/charlie_brown_tree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's called Charlie Brown's Pathetic Christmas Tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm off to Cameron Highlands tomorrow for a one day trip with my family. It's cold up there.....and that's what it should be on December. One thing's lacking is snow. But it's been raining helluva lot lately. I'll just assume the snow melts before reaching the ground. Blame global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**EDIT**&lt;br /&gt;It will look really, really,really beautiful, gorgeous,exotic,breathtaking,etc in '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pak pak's'&lt;/span&gt; house in Singapore. I recommend your mother to get one for the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-4489419558682567636?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/4489419558682567636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=4489419558682567636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4489419558682567636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4489419558682567636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-season.html' title='This is the season......'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXqVOkWTd1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/rscvRMHvpXY/s72-c/DSC04640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-4300412316021334328</id><published>2006-12-07T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:29:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CASIN0 R0YA7E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oooh, I finally got to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Believe it or not, I watched with my mother who finally set foot in the cinema for the first time after 10 years. Yup. Same as my father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last movie we watched together in a cinema was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Independence Day&lt;/span&gt;. No, not our national day. The movie "Independence Day" which was shown on 1996. 10 years. I still remember how cool the movie was. Giant UFOs destroying the planet with lasers beaming from their saucers. 10 years has gone by..how quick was that? The movie might look fake and bad if I were to watch again. Time before special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; effects, you'll see lotsa stop-motion animation. It's very funny if you'd watc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;h them. Movies like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King Kong&lt;/span&gt; and some old shows I forgot. The one with Cyclops and Minotaurs, dinosaurs as well. Now? You'll see lightsabers. Oooh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.I love lightsabers. Lightsabers are addictive. See them long enough and you'll start seeing them flashing in y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;our eyes when you close them. Wonder why lightsabers were made red,green and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; blue? Because it's the 3 primary colours! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RGB!&lt;/span&gt; This made their job easier those days. And they start having other colour sabers from Episode 1 onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXellkWTdxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MNON9U7l3ak/s1600-h/independence_day_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXellkWTdxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MNON9U7l3ak/s200/independence_day_ver3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005651575676565266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Independence Day (1996)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pardon the title that reads : Casino Royate. I was trying to put that '007' in it. Cool Bond movie. A much more masculine Bond..and Daniel Craig sure plays it well. Some might find him ugly and not suitable to be a Bond that is because everybody is having the image of Pierce Brosnan when they think of James Bond. You'll get used to Daniel Craig after awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXemekWTd0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-_zVhTT7Kvs/s1600-h/PF_1744832%7ECasino-Royale-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXemekWTd0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-_zVhTT7Kvs/s200/PF_1744832%7ECasino-Royale-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005652554929108802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Casino Royale (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXel8kWTdyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xWJflr0kUok/s1600-h/sellers_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXel8kWTdyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xWJflr0kUok/s200/sellers_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005651970813556514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Hi! I'm Peter Sellers. Do you know me? No? What!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lol! I found something here. Does he look like James Bond?? He's a James Bond. He starred in an old movie titled "Casino Royale" on 1967. I didn't know that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXemHUWTdzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XjBb9eHKif4/s1600-h/cr_dvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXemHUWTdzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XjBb9eHKif4/s200/cr_dvd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005652155497150258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Casino Royale (1967)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-4300412316021334328?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/4300412316021334328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=4300412316021334328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4300412316021334328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/4300412316021334328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/12/casin0-r0ya7e.html' title='CASIN0 R0YA7E'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/RXellkWTdxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MNON9U7l3ak/s72-c/independence_day_ver3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-116490044860948106</id><published>2006-11-30T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T00:00:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades of Blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/97795/re-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/320/516180/re-l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever come across anyone wearing thick blue eyeshades? If yes, it might look ugly. Maybe not? Everything you seen in an anime, blue, red, or white hair; long beautiful hairs, spiky hairs, unbelivable tatoos, freaking cool costumes. They all look nice in anime but does it look nice in the real world? People who dye their hairs white...I don't think so.  Hey, if you do try that blue eyeshade, send me a photo. It's so nice making me feel like putting one. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/670208/pino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/350695/pino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/77762/pino2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/125730/pino2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, Pino looks so cute in the anime. And she's an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;autoreiv&lt;/span&gt;. A robot. Something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I,Robot&lt;/span&gt;. There's all kinds of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;autoreivs&lt;/span&gt; ranging from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;autoreiv&lt;/span&gt; (like Pino), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entourage autoreiv&lt;/span&gt; and yaddi yadda. Wish I had one of these, at least they can help me to clean up the house or help me with my homework. The fact that Pino is reacting like a human is because she's infected by a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;congito virus&lt;/span&gt;. Something that make a robot to think on its own. Yeah, something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I,Robot&lt;/span&gt; minus the virus thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Did I mention that I love evil looking eyes? I love drawing those evil, evil looking eyes. Evil looking eyes are so good to look at. Blue eyeshades as well. Good thing this anime serve evil eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/121245/vincent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/492331/vincent.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/245413/vincent2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/170565/vincent2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/51032/vincent3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/979450/vincent3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thoooose evil green eyes. I don't know how would I look like with these freaky eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enough of this, no one bothers to read these anyways. Believe it or not, I'm playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Splinter Cell : Chaos Theory&lt;/span&gt; for the fourth round! This time on my PC at home. It's much brighter than my brother's laptop so I'm able to see better, not having to rely too much on my night-vision goggles for the whole game. I'm already half way through and I think I might be able to finish it tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's official! I can only play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neverwinter Nights 2&lt;/span&gt; on all low settings and 800X600 resolution. It looks crappy. The magic is not spectacular anymore and I hate it. Crashed a couple of times and load times are abit frustrating. All I need is a new laptop with dual-core processor but that had to wait for next year to get one myself. I want a quad-processor but that would be too much to ask for. &gt;&lt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through some digging in my PC at home. Guess what I found. 4 movies, written and directed by me and my brother. It's some movies we made one year ago? I forgot. Just in case if you asked, the movies is made using a game called....."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Movies&lt;/span&gt;" of course! How convenient. I see if I can upload them to youtube and putting it up here for public viewing. Wooooorld premier. No, not Casino Royale. Dang, I haven't watch it yet..maybe this weekend? Hope so. Hummmpff...... I'm off to bed now. The time is now 11:44pm. Didn't sleep well last night. More like waking up late at night with a stomach ache and couldn't fall asleep later.Till then! Oh, don't forget about those blue eyeshades if any of you gonna try it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/750553/ergo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/320/539942/ergo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Don't copy me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-116490044860948106?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/116490044860948106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=116490044860948106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116490044860948106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116490044860948106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/11/shades-of-blue.html' title='Shades of Blue.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-116461715183140580</id><published>2006-11-27T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:49:57.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aikikai Aikido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't think of a better title since I'll be talking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aikido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; which I went a for a little training last Saturday. I met up with me fellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aikidoka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, Kelvin, who was my instructor back in school. He found out about this new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; dojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; opened up in Jusco and invited me to have a look at it. Of course, I was excited about it as I kinda miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aikido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. And I gotta tell ya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aikikai Aikido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is very much different than Yoshinkan Aikido that I learned few years back. First of, there's only two kinds of belt in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aikikai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;; white and black(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;hakama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ukemi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(rolling) is abit different as you roll starting if your hand and through the body. Falling is also different as the falling part is much more comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, I entered the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;dojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and I was introduced to the instructor in charged, Melvin, who was kind enough to let me join the Senior class and lend me one of his white belt. I don't know where I misplaced my white belt but I still have my yellow belt with me. He even joked about charging me RM10 per hour for the belt. I got so rusty that I forgot how to tie my belt. He teased me. I kinda like the instructor since he's linear and training from him is really fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/710079/DSC04612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/544049/DSC04612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/57339/DSC04613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/773742/DSC04613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/149894/DSC04614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/149560/DSC04614.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;dojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; is beautiful I gotta say. It's well lit, shelves and shelves of books and it's air-conditioned. The place got really nice Japanese-esque feeling to it. After all, the person who opened this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;dojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;nihon-jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. But he's currently away in Jakarta and Melvin is the one in charged now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;There, and the class starts once everyone is ready. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taisho&lt;/span&gt; (warm-up) is again, different than Yoshikan's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taisho&lt;/span&gt;. And you get to massage yourself. Too bad there's no photos during the warming up part. There's also alot more bowing during class. You even bow during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seiza&lt;/span&gt;. My feet hurts from all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seiza&lt;/span&gt;-ing. There's alot going on and I guess I'll let the photos do the explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/420832/DSC04616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/805508/DSC04616.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/598944/DSC04617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/146865/DSC04617.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Training starts with Ukemi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/446129/DSC04620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/876725/DSC04620.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/695735/DSC04621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/213096/DSC04621.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/496650/DSC04622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/257438/DSC04622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Melvin demonstrates the moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/865895/DSC04625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/882542/DSC04625.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/130034/DSC04629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/354044/DSC04629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/845677/DSC04626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/124966/DSC04626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's me on the first picture and that's me on the ground in the third picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's still some photos left and I guess I won't be uploading all of them. Pictured post is freaking tired. The training lasted for 3 hours and I wished I could train longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/143595/DSC04634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/200/383264/DSC04634.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L-R: Kelvin, Takoi-san, Me, I-forgot-his-name, O'sensei(picture) and Melvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is it me or that everytime a photo is taken, I'm wearing the "Evolution Ape-man" shirt?! As I expected, the next day I find my body aching and I'm limping now. If don't feel any pain during the training that means you are not training properly. That's Aikido. I'm really grateful that Kelvin invited me and Melvin for taking his time to teach me the basics of Aikikai during the Senior class. I felt bad about it but it was all fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Osu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-116461715183140580?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/116461715183140580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=116461715183140580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116461715183140580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116461715183140580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/11/aikikai-aikido.html' title='Aikikai Aikido.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-116434541983204211</id><published>2006-11-24T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:23:28.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown Commencing In......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/1600/9300/1019_112626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4460/3714/320/675362/1019_112626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Eating in Kopitiam has a nice feeling, but still, the environment in Ipoh is totally different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm now hours away from home. 5 more hours I'll be boarding my bus back to Ipoh and that would take another 2-3 hours to reach Ipoh. Once I reach Ipoh, it'll be around 8pm and most food stalls are open by now. Not to mention, it's Friday! I can only think of eating at the moment when I get back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice kacang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Char Kuay Teow&lt;/span&gt;, Ipoh brewed coffee ( I gotta say it's better than Coffee Bean), not forgetting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hor Fun&lt;/span&gt;. (En, I still owe you one! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already packed my bags and ready to go. Oh, my tables are clean! There's nothing much to write about anyway. Just coudn't contain these feelings (and other feelings) of going back home. Two months is way, way too long for me. I'm such a big boy now, and it's the first time I've been away from home. Like running away from home. But I'm a good boy, I don't run away from home. I love my home..sooo very much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deja vu&lt;/span&gt;. I think I said this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh, I spent the whole morning eating my breakfast while watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asian Kung-Fu Generation&lt;/span&gt; new music video "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aru Machi no Gunjou&lt;/span&gt;" over and over again. I so love this song. Nice soothing guitar at the beginning and at the end. Has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ajikan&lt;/span&gt; gone soft? But there's a really, really messy part that sounds almost the same with their older song "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loop &amp; Loop&lt;/span&gt;". The arrangement is kinda messy for the first few hearings. But it got nice feeling to it. I wanted to put the video in my blog, but I think nobody wants to listen to it and it's kinda troublesome to put it in my blog. If you want to watch it, search for it in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; youtube.com&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh, I'm doing another review here again. Who wants to read this kind of stuff?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ajikan rocks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...it's now 4 hours away now as I'm typing here. Woohoo...time flies! The sky is dark, I hope it doesn't rain on my way out. It'll be too troublesome. It's been raining everyday. Heavily with winds that can topple the two 'corn-looking' towers. Oh, I hope Chelsea doesn't play badly against Manchester (Come on Chelsea) as what they did during Champions League against Werder Bremen. I regretted staying up to watch that lousy match. Hey, that's what holidays are for! Sleep late, wake up late! Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-116434541983204211?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/116434541983204211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=116434541983204211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116434541983204211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116434541983204211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/11/countdown-commencing-in.html' title='Countdown Commencing In......'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-116400723908794805</id><published>2006-11-20T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:10:26.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy......day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tick, tock, tick, tock. *BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!* The alarm is ringing on Monday morning. I sprang up from my bed. No, there was no alarm. It was just my body alarm waking me up to go to school. Guess what? It's holiday! Holiday means no school. No school means no waking up early. No waking up early means I can sleep until noon. My body kinda got used to waking up early, today, I felt like there's school today and I need to wake up. It took me quite sometime to clear my groggy mind and figure out was is going on today. I thought I was going to be late for my exam. But then, I went back to my slumber. You know that feeling? When you wake up thinking of going to school but actually there's no school today and you go back to sleep. That comfortable feeling of dozing back to Slumberland. I fell asleep almost instantly without me actually knowing it. That's the most comfortable feeling. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's holiday, and I am too lazy to clean up my 'post-war' table filled with mountain pile of books and papers. And debris. I guess I'm not cleaning it up today. I have to clean up to books and papers on the floor and under the table as well. But I'm too lazy. I'm a lazy bum. At times. It's an eye sore to see my table like that. But still, I ain't cleaning it up. &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I still remember clearly during my first day at college. Everyone in the class are stranger to me. But now, class has never been funner without them. One year is short. I barely get to know them well. And another four or five months we'll be parting ways. Anyways, here's my list of plans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 : Getting to know someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All I need is a little advice and encouragement. A pinch of courage and a dash of pepper. Stir well. Make it well-done. Serve while it's hot. Bon appetite. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 : Sleeeeeep. -_-Zzzz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Getting more sleep is what I need. Although it's holiday, it's natural for us, teenagers to stay up late to the 'wee-wee' hours. Because you don't have to wake up early! And it's my objective to reduce or better make those dark rings under my eyes to go away. Is there any other way to make them gone effectively? Comments appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3 : Home! Sweeeet! Home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I'm away from home and my lovely hometown, Ipoh, for a whopping  2 months. For someone else..this might not be 'whooping' but for me it's really a WHOOPING! Woooooot!~ I miss the smell of my room...probably filled with my brother 'fat' and drool odour by now. But I miss the nostalgic smell of my brother's drool.(Note: It's not that I LIKE my brother's DROOL!).I miss the foods back home. Mom's cooking. Ipoh's foods. I miss the hawker stalls. I miss the cheap foods. I miss the fresh, not-so unpolluted airs. Smooth traffic. Mamaks and KL foods? I wouldn't miss them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4 : Play games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday is nothing without games. Any games. Computer games/sports. But still I'll opt for computer games as my first choice unless my brother hogs the computer the whole day. I can't wait to get my hands on Neverwinter Nights 2 but I'm afraid I might not be able to enjoy smooth playing with my crappy PC back at home. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5 : Go for a holiday trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to somewhere else. Holiday somewhere not in Ipoh or KL. Somewhere else. The last holiday trip with my family was Phuket? Hmm...should we go Bali next? Singapore maybe? Either with my college mates or my ex-schoolmates. But most probably with my college-mates. But up till now there's no news about any trips other than going to Genting Highlands. I'm waaaaaiiiiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#6 : Watch at least a movie in the cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when was the last time I went to the cinema. Pirates of the Carribean? I wanna watch Casino Royale. I wanna watch Prestige.(But it's off the screen. I found out about it yesterday. #$%^$@) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#7 : Meet up with my school-mates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#8 : Meet up with my fellow Aikidoka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got contacted just last month with my fellow Aikidoka. Calling me up to meet him in Ipoh and catch things up. He's going to take me to a new dojo that I'm unaware of opened somewhere IN Jusco. Hopefully I get to train there....for free of course. But It's going to be different since it's Aikikai Aikido and not Yoshinkan Aikido. Can't wait to get those joints being twisted and turn again! Sounds painful? You betcha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#9 : Get healthy and buff up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buff up. Get shaped. Nono not those with 10 packs and bulging triceps and biceps that looks like it going to tear your skin open. Hope I'm able to get into shape before the holiday ends. But I might be too lazy to move. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; #10: Oh my God-tee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shave or not to shave. This sounds stupid. I promised my cousin that I'll grow a goatee when we meet up in Singapore last year. But it didn't go according to plan. It's not growing. Much. I'm still trying to get it grow. And there seems to be some improvement. 8 strands. Yes, there're countable. Shaving it off tomorrow. And see how it grows again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 70px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/Picture%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need 1 vote to shave it off.&lt;/span&gt;(My pathetic &amp; wimpy goatee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 83px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/Picture%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need 10 votes to shave off my upper-not-shaven-before-moustache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/Picture%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 80px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/Picture%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need 100 votes to shave off my eyebrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#11: Get started with my A2 syllabus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's so many things to cover before my next exam. Sounds crazy. But I would like to get an A for my Further Maths. Hope I'm able get myself to study for my next exam. I want A's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#12: There's no #12 at the moment.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess that's all for now. I'm going now to lay on my bed and watch the fan spin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let's end this with some random pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/Picture%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/Picture%20009.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/Picture%20009.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-116400723908794805?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/116400723908794805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=116400723908794805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116400723908794805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116400723908794805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/11/holyday.html' title='Holy......day!'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-116357328759362461</id><published>2006-11-15T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:58:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nintendogs : Dacshund And Potatoes...And Farting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ooooh, I finally get to update. There's so much I want to write about while I was M.I.A. But I don't feel like writing much about it since it was over for quite sometime. But I'll try writing it in a brief manner. This is going to be a multi-post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nintendo DS and Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I finally got to own a Nintendo DS Lite. And it's black.Jet-black. I really like the touch screen. Currently we only have two games, Big Brain Academy (which my mother loves to play very,very much) and Nintendogs : Daschund and Friends. Big Brain Academy will weight how heavy is your brain and grade your brain accordingly by answering questions which is divided to 5 categories. My brain is graded B..for now. Calculating cubes is a pain in the ass but my mother could. &gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a pet dog, it's miniature brown Dachshund. And it's small. And it's called potato.And it's virtual. It knows how to sit, lie, roll over, shake and spin. Teaching it to jump is a little hard though. And my dog is so small, seeing him jump is so funny. They're much,much more obedient than real dogs and they can learn a new trick/tricks in one day. You can teach them commands through the mic. It's so fun. You can enter your dog for contest and one of them is the Obedience Trial. You just have to order him to do the required tricks through the mic. It could be quite frustrating when your dog does not follow your commands. Too bad you can't hit your dog in the game. But you can throw stuff at them and they'll whine. But that won't hurt them though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Countdown....papers and holidays. Not forgetting farts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I were to post this a little sooner, it's gonna be a long post. Fortunately, you don't have to read my rants. About Chemistry of course. Anyways, there's only one paper left tomorrow and I'm off for holidays! Wheeee! I really need a break and catch up with my sleep. Paying off sleep debts, that's what my cousin said. But I'm having mixed feelings right now. Tomorrow's is my last paper = Last day of college = 'No see'. =(&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper? Don't mention. I was feeling a little unwell today. I kept farting during the whole course of the one hour paper. It was kinda annoying as you were thinking about the question and thinking if your next fart will produce a loud sound. And you have to like contain it. It makes me kinda lose my focus. Call it an endurance test if you want to. Good thing none of them make a sound. And it doesn't smell. The horrible thing is that the horrible sensation when you fart and it feels acidic and burns your ass. Ugh. I'm farting right now as I'm typing this. They said that if you eats lots of sweet potatoes you'll fart. I'm not sure about this though. Dang...I farted again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fifth Freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I finally get to play Splinter Cell : Chaos Theory. Tom Clancy's third title of the series. I completed the game in a week. And it was during the exam period. I'm bad. Doing covert ops is fun and you never be able to do that in real life. Not to mention, Fifth Freedom! What's Fifth Freedom? It's something like a permission to kill in order to complete your mission. &lt;/span&gt;Within the fictional world &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Splinter Cell, this unofficial Fifth Freedom allows an operative to disregard any law, agreement, or framework of ethical behavior in order to accomplish his mission. As Dermot P. Brunton  put it, "all means are acceptable." For example, the operative may kill in combat or by assassination, may torture or kidnap people, may deploy on U.S. soil, and may spy on other U.S. government agencies. Fifth Freedom is also used as a verb. To "Fifth Freedom" someone is another way of saying to kill someone.&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the game thrice. The first time I played it normally. The second, I killed everyone in the map except for some mission where Fifth Freedom is not allowed. Oh, Fifth Freedom is completely fictional but there's Four Freedoms. The third time, I completed the whole game with 100% success rating. Not a single bullet was fired. I can't wait to get my hands on Neverwinter Nights 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's Ajikan.  Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Woot! It's AKFG again. I finally got their new album, Feedback File but there's only two new songs and LIVE songs. All of them nice and the LIVE songs gots lots feeling in it. I love them. There's a new single coming out soon! Their album covers are beautiful. Their musics never fails to amaze me. Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.akfgfan.com/pictures/akfgcdcover58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 121px;" src="http://www.akfgfan.com/pictures/akfgcdcover58.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.akfgfan.com/pictures/akfgcdcover58.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.akfgfan.com/pictures/akfgcdcover53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 122px;" src="http://www.akfgfan.com/pictures/akfgcdcover53.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; wanted to continue to post the po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sts I wanted to post but it will be a long post makes my post a boring post, so I'll stop here. What's over is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, I finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;cutted&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; cut my hair. I kinda miss my two months worth of hair. It was long and thick. Now my head doesn't feel quite right right now. It gotten a little lighter and my ears felt kinda exposed. It's not covered anymore. It's naked! ZOMG!I wonder how girls would feel if they were to become bald. They might feel so light that they can be pushed away by the slightest wind. Literally. Crap. Speaking of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;grammatical error&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, I sat for my 3 MUET papers last Saturday and the listening test blew me off. There was a freaking grammatical error in it. Instead of ate, the past tense for eat was EATED. Gah...that was so....unbelivable. MUET....Malaysian University English Test....my head! Foot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All the best for tomorrow! Potato out. That sounds stupid. Anyway...till then! *Farts*&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/33790984-116357328759362461?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/116357328759362461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=116357328759362461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116357328759362461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116357328759362461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/11/nintendogs-dacshund-and-potatoesand.html' title='Nintendogs : Dacshund And Potatoes...And Farting'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-116135570891290200</id><published>2006-10-20T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:51:05.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Pourquoi? Warum? Perchè? почему?  なぜ? 为什么?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why? Oh why? Why is it why? Why is a universal question. During my early years, I used to ask lots of whys' until my parents dismissed me with an answer that I could not why anymore. I was curious, everyone is, especially little kids. Why is it this and why is it that. There’s no end to why questions. ‘Why’ is the most commonly used as a  question asked and it gives better answers than other questions like what, how, when, where, who which usually can be answered short and brief. Do you agree with me? No? WHY?! Curiosity drives us to ask so many whys. Curiosity kills the cat. Why cat? There’s even a song for it; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;“Why, why tell me why if you know the answer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; My father even bought me a book titled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;“Why In The World”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; published by the Readers Digest. The book is a compilation of why questions asked all around the world. You can find all kinds of why questions ranging from….anything you could think of. Almost. Like why do we yawn when we see people yawn. Why Friday, 13th considered an unlucky day? Why am I so fat? Why is there haze? Why our ancestors were once ’monkeys’? Why are we monkeys as well? Why balls are round? Why humans have hairs? Why your hair is curled? Why some people sing good while other sing bad? Why are you here? Why I didn’t see you went yesterday? Why someone’s RM180+ bracelet was scratched? Why am I why-ing? Why potato?! Of all things….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was called as a potato by my friends during my schooling days. Due to the fact that…I’m really am a potato. First of all, my surname is Ho…and it ‘rhymes’ with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘ho lan she’&lt;/span&gt; or potato in Cantonese. But that’s not the main factor I’m being called a potato. I’m a pure Chinese and I was brought up as a Chinese. I was taught to speak Cantonese. I am a Chinese. I don’t know Mandarin. I just learned how to write 1-10 this year….few weeks ago to be exact. My mandarin is baaaad. So bad that I don’t think I’ll be able to survive in China if you throw me there. I have limited vocabulary  and I don’t fully grasp the language. To add even more shit acid salt to my wound, my mother tongue is Cantonese and I speak bad Cantonese. My pronunciation is as bad as Mandarin but much better because I speak Cantonese for a full 18 years. And again my vocabulary is very much limited. Listen to a Cantonese song or watch a Hong Kong TV shows, I only able to get 1/3 of what they’re saying. But that’s enough to know what’s going on. And thanks to the subtitles as well. I sometimes don’t get what my friends said and have them to rephrase in a much more simpler Cantonese. I’m from Ipoh and being in KL is like a cultural shock to me. Everybody speaks Mandarin here and having to pay for my food is hard. But I’m getting used to it now. Their Cantonese are different than Ipoh in some way. Anyway, people who doesn’t know Mandarin are called bananas. I’m one of them. Why bananas? Well, bananas are yellow on the outside which represents Chinese skin colour. But the inside of the banana is white. But I’m no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;‘guai lou’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. 5 years ago, I joined a English tuition class which were attended by students mostly from Chinese schools. And I was the only banana in the class and the teacher used to tease me. Make matter worse, I was sitting in the front row. There was once he asked me to write my name on the whiteboard. Hey no problem…I just have to DRAW them out since it’s a picture. Right?  To cut my long miserable life story short…. I was called potato and it kinds of stuck with me. There you have it. Why potato? Just potato. Think potato as a higher class than banana. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enough of why potato… recently, I sat for my mathematics paper which is on Monday and Wednesday. Guess what? I ate the papers. Why you asked? Because it was a piece of cake. (No bragging or boasting intended….seriously). Ooooh I smelled an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;‘air’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.  But it’s not over yet… I still have my Chemistry and Physics papers. And General Paper! I’m afraid I’m not able to write a good essay. I was never good in writing facts, and GP is about testing our maturity of thinking. I am still immature…mentally. How am I going write if my thoughts are not mature. Why no story writing in GP? Why why why?! See…I told you why ‘why’ is so commonly used/asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the hype of so many whys here's a little puzzle. Let’s call this…puzzle of the month? Here goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Question: “ 7 whys the ‘M’ is inverted”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Answer :  _ _ _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hint #1 : The seven’7’ is not a number.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hint #2 : The answer is not a word but letters/alphabets that makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hints will be given on later days……..Answer will be sent through the ‘comments’ section along with your name and e-mail address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That’s not all…the winner will stand a chance to win this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xelopolis.com/news/mai2006/nintendo-wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.xelopolis.com/news/mai2006/nintendo-wii.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That’s right….a Nintendo Wii*. Wheeeeeeeee... Why am I giving away this? Why am I so good? Don’t ask why and happy guessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*Terms and conditions applied*&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/33790984-116135570891290200?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/116135570891290200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=116135570891290200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116135570891290200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116135570891290200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-pourquoi-warum-perch_20.html' title='Why? Pourquoi? Warum? Perchè? почему?  なぜ? 为什么?'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-116066838526758901</id><published>2006-10-12T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:18:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tremble tremble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tremble, tremble, tremble. Shudder, shudder, shudder. Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle. Wriggle? Whatever it is I can't put them in words when you are at the point of nervous breakdown. I had MUET speaking test this morning. After all the 'preperation' before the test, I was able to do it confidently and without fear. We had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;countless&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; *ahem*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; practices! Yeah, so what. It's just talking with your friends only right? Chatting with friends in a more formal way and with two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;examiners&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; strangers eavesdropping on our conversation. And evaluate on what we say. Yaddi yadda. Too bad I couldn't sing for them. As I entered the waiting room, I was in the second group and the waiting starts. 30 loooong minutes. I was having difficulty in breathing, I breathed much harder than I used to. My adrenaline starts to kick in, my testorone level shot up. I turned frenzy and started killing off everyone in the very so called waiting room. Slaughter room to be more precise. I took out my scissors and started throwing aiming at the eyes and and and.......just kidding. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;30 minutes was over and it was my group's turn. I sat there and babbled, mumbled, yapped, talked, crapped, farted all my points. Oh my point was to suggest longer working hours to improve my town's supermarket or something like that. And guess what? I did not tremble, shudder or wriggle. It was not so bad afterall...... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-116066838526758901?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/116066838526758901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=116066838526758901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116066838526758901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/116066838526758901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/10/tremble-tremble.html' title='Tremble tremble...'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-115987443937724563</id><published>2006-10-03T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:21:38.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Was it really a hello? I didn't hear it but my friends did. 'You' were not looking at me either. Or did they misheard? What if it is real? Should I be happy about it? I'm unsure myself....but a little part of me did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-115987443937724563?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/115987443937724563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=115987443937724563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115987443937724563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115987443937724563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-115978697792019281</id><published>2006-10-02T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:25:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner and A Convict.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On one faithful Saturday, I went for a dinner to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; celebrate baby Letithia who is now one month old. Everything was going fine until I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;met a suspi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ous loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;king boy as I arrive at the restau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04370.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04370.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04370.0.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's none other than little Brendan. He looked at me a such suspicious eyes. He gleamed at me and gave a smirk.&lt;br /&gt;"Watcha looking at punk?" he said and turning his head away from me.&lt;br /&gt;I was flabergasted by what little Brendan just said and did. I was in a state of shock that I could only manage to keep my mouth wide open. And drool. As I regained my composure, I left as if nothing had happened. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Watcha looking at punk?"&lt;/span&gt; is still ringing in my ear and it haunts me. It sends shivers down my spine. Even now............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04371.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never been to this restaurant before eventhough it's located in Ipoh and I lived there for 18 years! They had reserved 3 tables in a private room so we would not have to mix with strangers who is having a wedding dinner and KARAOKE outside. Why of all things do they want a KARAOKE along with a dinner. It's freaking noisy and annoying. There's even a disco ball hanging in the ceiling. We sat round the table as we waited for guests to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The main guests arrive in no time. The babies....not the adults. That's Isabelle on the far left, Letithia who is in a daze of what's happening around her, and a suspicious looking boy(Brendan) who was not there when this photo was taken. He appeared after the film was developed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mom was seen hogging the baby all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04392.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I smelled something fishy.  Even Isabelle's &lt;s&gt;spider&lt;/s&gt; hair is tingling.The little boy(Brendan) I met outside earlier was here in this room as well. Ooooo....&lt;br /&gt;As I blinked my eyes, he was nowhere to be found.Oooooo.... He just vanished into thin air. Maybe it was just my imagination since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Watcha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looking at punk?"&lt;/span&gt; still haunts me. *Shudders*&lt;br /&gt;Out all of a sudden, the table started to shake softly at first and gradually grew vigourously. Plates, cups, and bowls were shattered. Everybody was panicking. Was it an earthquake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04389.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's that suspicious boy again! What is he doing under the table??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watcha looking at punk?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 126px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04385.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 126px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 126px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04388.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A combo shot of him fleeing from the scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04395.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There was a huge commotion going on and everyone was shouting and screaming. Fortunately, a good Samaritan managed to apprehend that suspicious looking boy with ease. Everyone clapped and cheered the good Samaritan for doing such a good deed and will be remembered always. They could not think of what worst would happen if that suspicious looking boy was on the loose. The boy was later charged for plotting terrorist attack and unnatural behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt; : A good Samaritan was seen holding the suspect. The suspect was trying to break loose........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Down : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;But he was distracted by a pretty girl in a purple vest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/320/DSC04394.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/1600/DSC04440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4460/3714/200/DSC04440.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inset : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A passerby describing his harrowing experience.&lt;br /&gt;"I knew something was wrong with that boy....instinct."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day ended with everyone feeling happy. The convict was later sentenced to..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Events has been changed for dramatic purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/33790984-115978697792019281?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/115978697792019281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=115978697792019281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115978697792019281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115978697792019281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/10/dinner-and-convict.html' title='Dinner and A Convict.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-115902165277540519</id><published>2006-09-23T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:31:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another unproductive day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another day wasted....it's Saturday. I had wasted a day's life doing nothing. What was I thinking? I'm lazing around in my room. It was a boring Saturday. It suddenly rained in the afternoon and there's no sunshine ever since. It's cold now. There's something wrong with weather nowadays. Rain, shine, rain, shine, hot, cold,hot cold. Could someone repair it? I think the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;air-conditioner&lt;/span&gt; is broken. I don't like rainy days but I like cloudy days. You cannot do anything during rainy days. When I was small, we used to play toys or board games with my brother when it was raining. We had a lot of toys, a whole box of it. I wonder why my parents had thrown them away. What a waste. And I wonder why I didn't stop them from throwing away. They're gone now. The only survivors left is my Wolverine, Cyclops (X-Men), a bad guy with wings (Power Rangers), Batman, and a talking Robocop (but it ran out of batteries). My brother and I used to make up stories and plots playing with it. Then they are always be "To be continued" after tired of playing. Feel like playing with toys now. We used to have lots of Power Rangers action figure, with movable arms, legs, and head. And I once had the shiny red ranger.  I would not call it an unproductive day playing toys the whole day. You learn to build speaking skills, creativity, etc etc. I want my toys back. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing here, my life is going to waste. Can't I do something more productive? Like studying? Finals is just around a month, or lesser than a month. I'm chatting with my cousin from Singapore and they are not coming back to Ipoh end of this month. I was looking forward to seeing them soon. And I wasted 10 minutes of my life watching Japanese prank shows on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mellisa&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porno Graffiti&lt;/span&gt; is playing on iTunes now. Makes me feel like I'm in Singapore watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FullMetal Alchemist&lt;/span&gt; in Diwei's smelly room now. If only I could control the flow of time. And that reminds me of something that I had thought out. Who the hell invented the 24-hours clock system. Why 24( Twenty-four, Tu-when-ti-fuuuuu-uuuooorr) hours?! Why not 30 or 34 hours? Does the earth really rotate a full 360 degrees in TUUU-WEEEN-THHIII-FUUUU-OOOOAAAR hours? Why can't we assume a day consist of more than 24 hours? And why 7 days a week?? Who the heck is so brilliant and clever enough to implement a 7 days a week? Why not 8 days and the 8th day is Funday? You see because of these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'bubu&lt;/span&gt;' heads we can hardly accomplish anything in a day. There's a saying "Rome was not built in a day" If "One day=Time taken for Rome to complete" then "Rome WAS built in a day". If we had a mindset that one day is not just 24 hours, we do not have to worry so much like deadlines. Can you believe it? One (or more) unknown person (or maybe known to others..not for me) set a 24 hours and 7 days a week system and now everyone is following it. I don't how much different is it if it is not what it is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-115902165277540519?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/115902165277540519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=115902165277540519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115902165277540519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115902165277540519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-unproductive-day.html' title='Another unproductive day.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-115892984690842430</id><published>2006-09-22T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:21:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I am, wondering if there's anything wrong with me. My eyebags are getting darker, which I hate it so much as it won't go away. I think I'm having some kind of a sleeping disorder. Although I'm able to sleep easily....ALWAYS in the afternoon/evening but I had a hard time sleeping at night. I tried clearing my mind when I sleep. Listening to musics. None of them works. Futile. But there are times which I fell asleep like a snap of a finger. That's what I call sleeping and not rolling around the bed for hours trying to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm here typing, tired. I WENT to bed at 2230 yesterday, but I managed to sleep at 0000 hours. Woke up at 0700 and my class ended at 1600. The last two lectures was unbelievably hard to endure. Not really hard..just frustrated. Our class should have ended at 1500 but there's an extra class for another hour. The lecture kept on talking and babbling and I was there copying and jotting down notes like there's no the end. The time was moving so slowly. My head felt like it was about to blow up, literally, from data overload. I mean we had Chemistry and then Physics. And the Physics lecture had so much breath eventhough she was pregnant and she kept bombarding us with more infos. Care to rest for abit? It's bad for ya baby ya know? Enough of it...... and I had football after class ends and played till 1800 to end a hectic day. Wheeeeeeeee.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is it true that I have sleeping disorder? I am not sure myself. And I want my dark, dark eyebags to disappear overnight. I feel like I want to take a blade and slit my eyebags open and let the blood drain out. And stapled it back together. Stapled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm beat. I'm bleary. I'm bone-weary. I'm blushed. I'm crippled. I'm crispy. I'm dead. I'm dead-tired. i'm debilitated. I'm disabled. I'm dog-tired. I'm cat-tired. I'm done for. I'm done in. I'm drained. I'm effete. I'm enervated. I'm frazzled. I'm limped. I'm out of gas. I'm played out. I'm prostrated. i'm run-down. I'm sapped. I'm tired out. I'm wasted. I'm weak. I'm weakened. I'm wearied. I'm worn. I'm worn out. I'm a potato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;School was fun today. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I got to see her once only. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PS : It's now showing One In A Million. GRAND FINALE! GO FAIZAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/worn%20out" class="noline"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-115892984690842430?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/115892984690842430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=115892984690842430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115892984690842430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115892984690842430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/09/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-115845822364280805</id><published>2006-09-17T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:23:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stumbled upon a new song by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asian Kung-Fu Generation&lt;/span&gt; or it can be shortened to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ajikan&lt;/span&gt; and it can be even shortened to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AKFG&lt;/span&gt; and it gets shorter to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AKG&lt;/span&gt;. The song “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juuni Shihou no Yuukei&lt;/span&gt;” which means “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twelve &amp;@(#%@&lt;/span&gt;” Okay I don’t know the meaning but at least I know that the first word is twelve! Care to translate it? It’s not really a new song but it’s a part of a “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nano-Mugen Compilation 2006&lt;/span&gt;” presented by none other than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AKG&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AKFG&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ajikan&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asian Kung-Fu Generation&lt;/span&gt;. It’s out before their new album “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fan Club&lt;/span&gt;” which I loved every single song of it like the other previous albums and singles. I want more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juuni Shihou no Yuukei&lt;/span&gt;” is a very catchy song as Gotoh Masafumi sings with the DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO rhyme at the beginning part of the song. The opening of the song starts of with a very soothing guitar and I got goose bumps just hearing it. Suprisingly this song ends with a fading which they never done it before in their previous songs. Hmmm??? What’s this?? Without me knowing I’m here writing a review of the song. Well, I just feel like blogging this. Strange eh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyways, back to the me, I did the almost unthinkable thing. Well not really the unthinkable, but it just happened. No, I did not try to fly or anything. I finally told someone about someone who is someone and that someone is someone. =) Yeah, don’t bother trying to figure out what I’m trying to say here. I’m talking about someone and that someone is definitely not you…..or maybe it’s you? “Hi there!!!”. Nah, nobody’s reading this anyway. Except for you. Yeah you….no not that someone. Huh?? I don’t understand what I’m typing now. I do know what typed awhile ago. But anyway......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video of the song. I think it's one of the best music video so far followed by Blue Train. Enjoy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1z1-xpmXaUc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1z1-xpmXaUc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;DO RE ME FA SO LA TI DO SO potaTO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-115845822364280805?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/115845822364280805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=115845822364280805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115845822364280805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115845822364280805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do.html' title='DO RE MI FA SO LA TI DO'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-115779133770146168</id><published>2006-09-09T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:36:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    No it's not pronounce as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anne &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aineh &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;h-neh&lt;/span&gt;. What does that suppose to mean? It means big brother in Tamil. And I was labelled an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ane&lt;/span&gt; by a 3-year old girl who lied about her name when we first met. Before I get to that, the day started with me waking up feeling........blablablablabla......and my Chemistry test was finally over. Rejoice! And today, Saturday to be more precise, me friend had a birthday-farewell party at her place which is one and a half hour away from where I am now. And for the first time I travelled out KL all alone. But anyway to cut long story short I arrived at her house and I doze off lazily there till 5pm before waking up and took my shower. (Is this even relevant??) Anyway the whole point I'm trying to make is this : "Lucina" the words she uttered to me in her squeaky voice. I repeated it to be sure "Lucina?" and she replied "Lucina.". Guess what? Her name was Roshanna. One word to describe her. Hyper-active. Is that a two word, well anything that's together with a hyphen is one word. (eg : This-is-a-one-word-sentence.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;One thing that's weird is that she winks at anyone and followed by a cheeky smile. I did not know what she was trying to do....seducing me? I winked her back and she replied me with yet another wink. I replied. She then winked one eye then the other. I did the same. And it goes on...and of course I lost(purposely). My friend said she had adopted me as her playmate and hearing that I knew there's no way out of this. But I was not afraid....disturb me, annoy me or anything for the whole day I can still withstand it. Try me. So I played along with her till midnight. Another thing that's funny about her is that she had imaginary objects. She ran off to the corner and picked up something which is absolutely nothing, returned to me and said, "Look, kitten!". "Huh?" I replied as I was unsure what she was talking about. "Kitten!" she shouted. Everybody in the living room burst out &lt;span style=""&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aughing. She asked me to hold it and yeah I played along with her. I could go on and on about this but I guess no one wants to read an essay blog right. And nobody's reading my blog anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unfortunately no photos were taken during the whole event. The food was nice, the mutton is tender and the curry is perfect, not spicy. And I got addicted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;papadam&lt;/span&gt;. A kind of crispy cracker with a salty flavour. Yuuum. The next day I bid my friend farewell yet again as she will be off to France on the 25th of September. I hate farewells but everyone got their own aims and goals. Yeah.. Aiiiiiiiiiiims (If you are reading this I'll bet you know what I'm talking about =þ) Goodbye my dear friend, goodbye my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little sister&lt;/span&gt; and goodbye &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;papadam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-115779133770146168?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/115779133770146168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=115779133770146168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115779133770146168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115779133770146168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/09/ane_115779133770146168.html' title='Ane.'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33790984.post-115728256663911520</id><published>2006-09-03T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T10:11:03.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Potato Has Been Planted....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The Potato has been planted on Sunday, September 3rd, 2006 at 7:16pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33790984-115728256663911520?l=di-yang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/feeds/115728256663911520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33790984&amp;postID=115728256663911520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115728256663911520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33790984/posts/default/115728256663911520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://di-yang.blogspot.com/2006/09/potato-has-been-planted.html' title='The Potato Has Been Planted....'/><author><name>diyang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06297002296960932232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DnJxQnAiQIA/SNEpPQCRd3I/AAAAAAAAANI/BLJaQ3s3_GQ/S220/DSC00060.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
