<?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-7653984850822673686</id><updated>2011-11-04T20:13:33.279+08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='doggie'/><category term='rain'/><category term='misadventures'/><category term='school'/><category term='festivities'/><category term='exams n tests'/><category term='books'/><category term='life'/><category term='after-schools'/><title type='text'>When keys replace the pen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-1953527209096054165</id><published>2011-11-02T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:21:42.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In anticipation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;With a quick installation I can now blog from my tablet.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyhow, if secondary school were a marathon, at this point of time, it has finally come down to the last ten metres. With a final hurdle in the way, of course in the form of exams (SPM), one can't help just sprinting like a mad cow to the finish line. Cause, it has been one hell of run up to this point. Five fucking years eh? Finally. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;a href='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-K-S3n0ztY20/TrFD4y35lfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GhD2_v7W4_w/1320268857397.jpeg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'&gt;&lt;img border='0' src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-K-S3n0ztY20/TrFD4y35lfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GhD2_v7W4_w/s288/1320268857397.jpeg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 288px;'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well, what's a race without its competitors? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When you have an Usain Bolt on your left with a handful of koko certs and a Tyson Gay on the other with a 10k scholarship to some famous university, what else is someone like me to do? A kid who has been going through the motions for years. I used to refer myself as a frog in a well (or colloquially under a tempurung), but after meeting so many different people, seeing how the actual world looks like, this frog wants to go back to his well/tempurung. I realized why ignorance is bliss.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then, the realization hit me... You know what? Screw it! &lt;br/&gt;What the hell am I to allow myself to be pressured like this? &lt;br/&gt;It's not some race with others to see who finishes the fastest, ran the furthest or jumped the highest.&lt;br/&gt;I'm running alone and I'll set my own pace and milestones.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So maybe I won't be the valedictorian of some esteemed instutute or create the cure of douchebag-syndrome. (unless I want to that is.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna finish this bloody race whether its first or last and then run wherever I set myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-1953527209096054165?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1953527209096054165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=1953527209096054165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1953527209096054165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5834389896122741710</id><published>2011-04-19T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T16:34:53.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>the flower</title><content type='html'>Yes, there is a flower in a quiet field&lt;br /&gt;A black sheep among weeds&lt;br /&gt;Taking up its lil' patch in a sea of green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wall flower it was&lt;br /&gt;But with ample sun and rain&lt;br /&gt;It grew day by day&lt;br /&gt;Becoming more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;As it outshined the other plants&lt;br /&gt;Green with envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from dainty it was&lt;br /&gt;It became glorious&lt;br /&gt;So majestic with its petals bright&lt;br /&gt;And its scent so alluring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It garnered much attention&lt;br /&gt;And it too was aware of itself&lt;br /&gt;As many came and went&lt;br /&gt;Too curious, intoxicated&lt;br /&gt;Wanting a peek or a quick sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, quiet the field wasn't anymore&lt;br /&gt;More and more they came and went&lt;br /&gt;As the other plants got trampled&lt;br /&gt;A path of crushed grass was formed&lt;br /&gt;Leading visitors to the flower&lt;br /&gt;They fought, they attempted stealing it&lt;br /&gt;As greedy hands yearning for it potted with soil in their own homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind some bushes and the chaos&lt;br /&gt;Crouched I observing the flower&lt;br /&gt;Revelling at the sight of it form a distance&lt;br /&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;This all I can manage&lt;br /&gt;If I were to unearth it&lt;br /&gt;Put it in a pot&lt;br /&gt;With my imcompetent and inexperienced hands&lt;br /&gt;It surely would wilt and die&lt;br /&gt;Along with its beauty&lt;br /&gt;Forever gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5834389896122741710?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5834389896122741710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5834389896122741710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5834389896122741710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5834389896122741710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2011/04/flower.html' title='the flower'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-1428805241473433453</id><published>2010-11-15T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T15:03:59.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOMO??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that I found a new hobby. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lomography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yeah, sure, you may have an SLR....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but do you have a Diana Mini? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540410605205151842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/TON-F1EPYGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iEVPF45NiDA/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, this little piece of plastic goodness does not need an ounce of electrical power believe it or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Costing 10 bucks per film and another to develop the film, can't say this is one of my cheapest hobbies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post some of my failed photos soon..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-1428805241473433453?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1428805241473433453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=1428805241473433453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1428805241473433453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1428805241473433453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/11/lomo.html' title='LOMO??'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/TON-F1EPYGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iEVPF45NiDA/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-9174006089653741984</id><published>2010-11-13T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T17:22:00.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philoshophical adolescence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thebeautybrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/philosophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thebeautybrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/philosophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously guys. We've Plato, Socrates, Marx, Confucius.....&lt;br /&gt;Famous blokes who wrote and pondered on the ways of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, their philosophies were great and all, giving civilization the good ol' paradigm shift in the arse...&lt;br /&gt;But... what about us, kids? Growing up, confused, with hormones overflowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there some kind of huge book or manuscript that contains the guidelines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on teen living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, if there were such a thing, maybe kids would stop veering off the course of life and end up effing up theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask yourself, how did the homeless guy in the street and the guy who owns the street end up at their places? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wealth, fame, et cetera?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is, both of them came into this world sharing the same potential as the other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe, somewhere between then and now, 'snap' something happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck, what am I or others to say how not to ruin your life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live your life as you please i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-9174006089653741984?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/9174006089653741984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=9174006089653741984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/9174006089653741984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/9174006089653741984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/11/philoshophical-adolescence.html' title='Philoshophical adolescence'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-8358134239637976484</id><published>2010-06-08T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:54:32.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert witty and cleverly written title here</title><content type='html'>Hey ho. the Holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping and waking up whenever my body pleases...&lt;br /&gt;and that never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wish I could blog 24/7 but this blogger literally has to trade an arm just to use the computer. I mean, if you think doing homework is like trading an appendage,&lt;br /&gt;which I so do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, err. I really don't have time to rant like I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I know, I wish I could but alas, Dad's pretty firm on the no enjoyment before finishing homework rule... AGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much crap in my head ready to be posted.&lt;br /&gt;Be patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-8358134239637976484?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8358134239637976484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=8358134239637976484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8358134239637976484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8358134239637976484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/06/insert-witty-and-cleverly-written-title.html' title='Insert witty and cleverly written title here'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5302874300585283134</id><published>2010-05-09T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:14:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah! LONG time no see.</title><content type='html'>Hehe, it seems I haven't been blogging for a LONG LONG time...&lt;br /&gt;It is astounding that I haven't killed myself after being sober for almost 3 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I've set a new teenage milestone for all of the adolescent surfers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to tell you guys the truth, it feels that the invisible yet vast and connective world we call the internet doesn't seem alluring anymore.&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;Hold your breaths!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten bored of the e-world.&lt;br /&gt;"GASP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I just said that.&lt;br /&gt;In contrary to my age-group's stereotype,&lt;br /&gt;I do not spend hours upon end commenting and counter-commenting on profiles on Facebook, or watch the never-ending stream of hilarious crap on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I sound like a lunatic. What's gotten into me?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody slap the sense into this blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for one thing, rest assured my fellow readers, (old and new :D)&lt;br /&gt;For blogging has and forever will be my favourite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of my favourite things to do lar. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5302874300585283134?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5302874300585283134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5302874300585283134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5302874300585283134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5302874300585283134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/05/wah-long-time-no-see.html' title='wah! LONG time no see.'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4256774564512149611</id><published>2010-04-02T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:37:58.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Bibliobibuli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.thebookseller.com/images/uploaded/3372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bibliobibuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who reads way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my name is KJ,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm a bookaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might seem over exagerative but I love books.&lt;br /&gt;They're my ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike sniffing glue or smoking,&lt;br /&gt;the only bad things that are associated with this addiction&lt;br /&gt;are spoilt eyesights and marred social skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent so many hours with my nose in books.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I start reading,&lt;br /&gt;I risk never stopping.&lt;br /&gt;It's so bad that&lt;br /&gt;I have to pry my fingers off my books because I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sure,&lt;br /&gt;call my queer addiction stupid or nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;See if I give a horse's ass.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here are some books that I have read worth mentioning. (chronologically ordered of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.artheatre.co.uk/images/PeterAndJane_1a_PlayWithUs_9781844223602H.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is Peter. Peter is here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is Jane. Jane is here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like Peter. I like Jane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like Peter and Jane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the first words of my first book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0747538492.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Mom's choice)I never liked Harry Potter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51JBcuhmlJL._SL500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prior to reading this, I never knew that the 'F' word&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;was used in books. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://meerchant.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/mark_haddon_curious_incident.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From the cover to the end- NICE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.balfronhigh.org.uk/library/images/stormbreaker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend this. (I made Boon a fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://novelinsights.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/the-time-travelers-wife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was really long but not long enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://douggeivett.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/twilight_book_cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, I read the book.&lt;br /&gt;Now stop looking at me like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://thisplaceisnotyourhome.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/lovely_bones.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My current book. Lovely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's about a girl who is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh! Just watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4256774564512149611?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4256774564512149611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4256774564512149611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4256774564512149611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4256774564512149611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/04/bibliobibuli.html' title='Bibliobibuli'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-296039109090640444</id><published>2010-03-27T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:21:30.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Another week bites the dust</title><content type='html'>Hello, life's returning to normal again.&lt;br /&gt;The usual long hours in class, the usual occasional 'yam cha' (tea-drinking) session after, the usual walk back home, and the usual attempt at making the most of the remaining day.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh,&lt;br /&gt;You can actually hear yourself dying.&lt;br /&gt;Well, from a weird point of view,&lt;br /&gt;we literally &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;dying by the second.&lt;br /&gt;Which really puts this into perspective:&lt;br /&gt;did you just waste those precious seconds of your ever decreasing life bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, better make the best of it while you can,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me, if otherwise, you'll be an old man/woman who does nothing but regret as you sit and try as hell to remember what you had for breakfast, what did you want to say or why did you enter the room you're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's strange, but I like to talk about life. I know, for my tender age I should be talking about girls, sports, video games, the latest song (auto-tune and all) reverberating through our radios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not your usual 16 year old.&lt;br /&gt;For me, I tend to side-step from the natural flow of life -play the role of the third party observer. And of course, with my other coordinator: Foong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We share our toughts about how life is supposed to be lived. How stupid that most 'life livers' are being trapped like birds in cages or cars on a track. Here's an analogy. Think of life as a road. Connecting point A and point B. Of course, 'A' meaning birth and 'B' death.&lt;br /&gt;Well, are you just going to become another car stuck in the jam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-296039109090640444?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/296039109090640444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=296039109090640444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/296039109090640444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='poetry'/><title type='text'>This morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I woke up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Feeling like a bird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Flying, soaring endlessly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Through the misty clouds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Over green tree-tops,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Under the sky blue sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To be free from the chains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Of school and routine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If only this could last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I did not moan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As my fingers slammed the 'snooze' button,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I did not rush out of bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I did not don my shirt and slacks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Instead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I took my time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like a snail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oblivious to what is slow or what is fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For once,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I looked out the window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stunned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That this beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Never before noticed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Was so near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So right-there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As it remained just out of range,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Of the narrow and tunneled vision of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;other rushers alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I learned to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let time run its unrelenting course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like a river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Flowing regardless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Be a fish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And swim in the forthy current of time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Be a twig, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And succumb to the flow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Be a rock,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And let the twigs and fish alike,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Go along their paths,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As you just sit and watch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stationary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Unaffected by the unmerciful stream of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Whether I choose to be a slave of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5394174530318408750?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5394174530318408750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5394174530318408750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5394174530318408750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5394174530318408750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-morning.html' title='This morning'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4362044077995107009</id><published>2010-03-16T09:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:09:19.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams n tests'/><title type='text'>Form 4</title><content type='html'>Oops, looks like I haven't been blogging lately.&lt;br /&gt;Well, looks like after a week long hiatus, I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, the first wave of tests is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;How I did?&lt;br /&gt;Err,&lt;br /&gt;well, all I can say is, I'm new in Form 4, I haven't got used to this new environment&lt;br /&gt;and I need time adapting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seriously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4 is a strange and wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;We're not in Kansas anymore that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;The word easy is somehow non-existent here.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to sum it all up in a short and concise equation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2(math)+3(science)+moral(wtf?)+400(esei)-seni=Form4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lets hope I'll be able to survive in this whole new alien world.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't a choice do I?&lt;br /&gt;Still, live or die, as long as I'm doing it with my friends. (que 'aww')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4362044077995107009?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4362044077995107009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4362044077995107009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4362044077995107009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4362044077995107009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/03/form-4.html' title='Form 4'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4674026983487067938</id><published>2010-03-07T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:15:22.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams n tests'/><title type='text'>Teach me, not test me.</title><content type='html'>Well. Haha. Looks like I haven't been blogging much.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely apologize..&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be facing&lt;br /&gt;Tests, tests and tests.&lt;br /&gt;That's how Malaysian schools roll.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of studying day in and day out so that we'll know which answer to blacken or what to fill in an essay, shouldn't we for once, learn?&lt;br /&gt;That's the very core of schooling systems right.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read the Falsafah Pendidikan Negara?&lt;br /&gt;It's like a fictional long baseless sentence that is put up for show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't do anything right? I'm merely a pawn or a guinea pig, a subject of an experiment as our leaders poke and prick at us to see what works and what doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,&lt;br /&gt;what a sombre post.&lt;br /&gt;So, in order to level up the emotional scale of this post, here is my uncle's beagle... Milo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. Effing cute is an understatement. It is gushing like a fountain with adorableness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445831792146265682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/S5N7KWVoNlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZSck-xeHVcY/s320/milo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4674026983487067938?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4674026983487067938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4674026983487067938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4674026983487067938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4674026983487067938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/03/well.html' title='Teach me, not test me.'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/S5N7KWVoNlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZSck-xeHVcY/s72-c/milo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4099170282990156422</id><published>2010-02-27T10:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:00:09.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog choice of adults</title><content type='html'>Yello. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like I'm about to gain a new colour to my spectrum of readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that was fast huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the other night, an ADULT, Yup, approached me (on her own will!!) and enquired about my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks like my dream of professionalizing my blog is finally materializing in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH yeah!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blow the balloons! Put up the streamers! Pop the champagne! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok lar, fine, it sounds to good to be true anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That so called certified adult was my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Well, err, uh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess 3 abbreviated little words can sum up my situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;FML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Note to my new soon-to-be reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hi Mummy!! You are reading your son's blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How did ja find it? Tough eh, my URL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, this is where I write about things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have many readers, I think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, err, feel free to drop your comments. Just don't embarrass me ok?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yeah, of course, I only post after I've finished my homework.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-KJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4099170282990156422?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4099170282990156422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4099170282990156422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4099170282990156422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4099170282990156422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-choice-of-adults.html' title='The blog choice of adults'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-647227236223265929</id><published>2010-02-24T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:32:23.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misadventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>Wednesday- Wakes up at 12</title><content type='html'>It feels nice waking up and knowing most of my friends just finished 7 periods of lessons (plus rehat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yup. I didn't go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;I was down with a fever and I called in sick.&lt;br /&gt;Err, well, I called Kok Ming to tell him that I was sick. At least he'll be able to satisfy the&lt;br /&gt;'Where is Chuas'.&lt;br /&gt;At least my sudden &lt;em&gt;(Innocent)&lt;/em&gt; absence will not be marred with suspicions of truancy/&lt;em&gt;ponteng&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; I got sick. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, shit happens to me regularly.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trudging through shit all my life.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, that's life right?&lt;br /&gt;We'll just have to face them.&lt;br /&gt;Get them f*cking done and over with&lt;br /&gt;And emerge victorious (of course while cracking dirty jokes and rolling cigarette leaves)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Before the next wave shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, que flashback! (ala 3rd person. I have serious time to kill anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"No, don't get any heavier!" he pleads as he looks up to the cloud filled sky that is bombarding the residents of Cheras with rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"BOOM," his prayers are replied almost sadistically as thunder and lightning rage above him as if saying "Hah, yeah right"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"Fuck!" He shouts back uselessly at the clouds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Knowing starting verbal fights with mother nature will not do him any good, nor results, our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;intrepid, stupid and stubborn blogger, armed with only an umbrella embarks on his journey. To where you might ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;A place of tutelage: MC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;A place where one gets the privilege of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Whilst learning the ins and outs of language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the comfort of friends, 3 air conditioning units and a quick sighting of someone &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;All under the guidance of a seriously damn good teacher: sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it hits him.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;3 air conditioning units!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;With the drenched clothes on his back, he knows he'll probably last a few minutes in a room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;with a steady flow of frigidly cold air supplied by 3 bloody air cons before he becomes an icicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Of course, his grim realisation couldn't have come earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Having already made it to the foot of Fresh Hill, he cannot do anything but walk in the direction he originally set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oh well" he mutters to himself. A chuckle and a grin later, he walks shielding himself from the downpour only with a flimsy umbrella, a string of comforting sms-es and a rose-coloured attitude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it ends with him returning home sick, cold and tired.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Shit happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-647227236223265929?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/647227236223265929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=647227236223265929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/647227236223265929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/647227236223265929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-wakes-up-at-12.html' title='Wednesday- Wakes up at 12'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-7410205001937416585</id><published>2010-02-21T02:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:34:44.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Life begins at 3am</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Normal&lt;/em&gt; people would be sleeping at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the noisy and drunk hokkien speaking uncles across the road have gone to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I be running in a field full of daffodils and petunias now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is what I want,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I can't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diagnosis?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine induced insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I think twice when I gulped it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I foresee a night full of tossing and turning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I aware of an impending battle as I subjugate my body to succumb to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I learned my lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumb ass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-7410205001937416585?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7410205001937416585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=7410205001937416585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/7410205001937416585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/7410205001937416585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-begins-at-3am.html' title='Life begins at 3am'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-58533261431461595</id><published>2010-02-18T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:35:27.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivities'/><title type='text'>A Tigerish Year</title><content type='html'>My piggy bank got fatter, my table is littered with red packets, my throat's sore and scratchy,&lt;br /&gt;the fridge is overflowing with mandarin oranges and the smell of gun powder is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, Chinese New Year just came, (in a huge ballyhoo of firecrackers, pounding drums, sweet and sour yee sang, curious relatives and the whole nine yards) and left us a whole new year to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was it for you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it was like any chinese new year I had celebrated before.&lt;br /&gt;I had to face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RELATIVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any Malaysian holiday, most of my friends will be visiting their if not, their parents' home towns but it's slightly different for me.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is, what if the grandma, the matriarch of the family, the nucleus the clan is living in the guest room right under the very same roof as you?&lt;br /&gt;Then, may Choy San, the God of Prosperity have mercy on you as you'll be facing wave after wave of &lt;em&gt;kukus, ku changs, kao foos, tai kau foos, kau moes, ah yees&lt;/em&gt; from every corner of Malaysia. Oh GOD, was that a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sure, the money comes to you but it really is double edged.&lt;br /&gt;For one thing, you can kiss that peace and silence you revel in good bye.&lt;br /&gt;Every car that honks on our gate will be a relative you forgot what to call.&lt;br /&gt;And what if the language spoken isn't universal?&lt;br /&gt;You'll be waking up to languages not used to and communication will be something so jumbled up because while you grew up, you sort of cut off my mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what I endure every time the season comes.&lt;br /&gt;Though it may seem stressful the chaos can sometimes be fun to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy new year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-58533261431461595?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/58533261431461595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=58533261431461595&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/58533261431461595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/58533261431461595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/02/tigerish-year.html' title='A Tigerish Year'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-7422895670577634209</id><published>2010-02-07T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T03:41:07.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>hey. Do you like rain?&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not talking about a Korean superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh rain,&lt;br /&gt;From the skies above,&lt;br /&gt;You make your descent,&lt;br /&gt;To terra firma,&lt;br /&gt;As heaven-sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a rhythmic pelt,&lt;br /&gt;You drum on my windows,&lt;br /&gt;And outside you're felt,&lt;br /&gt;Washing people's sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;You cool my nights,&lt;br /&gt;As your steady beating,&lt;br /&gt;Has me lulled,&lt;br /&gt;Till I'm deep sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rain,&lt;br /&gt;Rain, don't go away,&lt;br /&gt;Who cares,&lt;br /&gt;If you make the skies gray,&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a damn,&lt;br /&gt;If the children can't play,&lt;br /&gt;(They're too noisy anyway)&lt;br /&gt;I say,&lt;br /&gt;you're OK,&lt;br /&gt;You make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well almost.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm seating,&lt;br /&gt;Marveling,&lt;br /&gt;You make me yearn,&lt;br /&gt;For that seat beside me,&lt;br /&gt;To be filled you see,&lt;br /&gt;It's still not close,&lt;br /&gt;To true perfection,&lt;br /&gt;Without that&lt;br /&gt;Person of my affection. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-7422895670577634209?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7422895670577634209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=7422895670577634209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/7422895670577634209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/7422895670577634209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/01/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-8361671965005629780</id><published>2010-02-07T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T03:43:27.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misadventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after-schools'/><title type='text'>Eh, where am I?</title><content type='html'>What happens if you find yourself lost in unfamiliar ground?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine looking around frantically for a building, a signpost, a stretch of road or anything familiar to your eyes that will ring that tiny bell in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine being cold and hungry, with a few coins jingling in your pocket. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, you walk.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're walking in the right way, that's another matter but it's better than being stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with every step taking you further into the never-before-seen, you start to absorb what you see. You enquire about your whereabouts from signboards or maybe a local only to find out that you're lost in a Taman or Jalan you've never heard of before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you can safely say you're standing waist-high in shit you don't. You manage to keep a nonchalant composure and with a cup half-full attitude, you actually enjoy your unwanted misplacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy this sudden change in plans. An anomaly in your monotonous life. It amuses you that if everything went as how it was suppose to be, you'd be doing homework at home right this minute. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, give it a few hours walking and finally you find something that reminds you of home.&lt;br /&gt;Alas! Your environment starts to bear a familiarity and you map your way back.&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting a curious family member, a hot meal, and the best fucking shower you ever had. Ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-8361671965005629780?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8361671965005629780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=8361671965005629780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8361671965005629780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8361671965005629780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/02/eh-where-am-i.html' title='Eh, where am I?'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6587641024624829552</id><published>2010-01-25T16:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:21:21.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short AWOL</title><content type='html'>Guess who's back. I'm being held back by a big effing tsunami (of homework, stay backs and guitar class) I'm drenched and water-logged.&lt;br /&gt;And with my organizational skills that resemble a 70 year old secretary, lets say I'm drowning in work.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I barely have time for the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;God I miss you, Youtube, Facebook, Google.&lt;br /&gt;I miss wasting my precious teenage years slumped in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I assure you that my period of absence is over...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be regulating my posts come rain or sun shine :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my life may sound sad and packed, I'm actually living my life on the happy side.&lt;br /&gt;I come to school cheerful, i walk back to school with a whistling tune at the tip of my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Life's great. I sleep and wake up with a fluorescent bright smile.&lt;br /&gt;I even accepted today's cane to the behind happily (which kinda pissed off the teacher)&lt;br /&gt;Why? It's all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've become the nucleus of all my jubilance.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that keeps me up when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;You bring me higher when I'm already up.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness pulses with every beat of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6587641024624829552?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6587641024624829552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=6587641024624829552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6587641024624829552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6587641024624829552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/01/short-awol.html' title='A short AWOL'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-1855314123560900747</id><published>2010-01-10T20:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:24:16.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeding</title><content type='html'>Here's a counter-post directed to lindsay virgo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who turned my tedious jobs of pulling weeds into something to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;But now that you mention it, it DOES look like someone's spine (in a dark and sick way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425114955930801698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/S0nhTxXqFiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QIawAG6RKJc/s320/weed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Of course. Weeding calms me very much. Therapeutic so to speak. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to future weeding sessions :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-1855314123560900747?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1855314123560900747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=1855314123560900747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1855314123560900747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1855314123560900747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/01/weeding.html' title='weeding'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/S0nhTxXqFiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QIawAG6RKJc/s72-c/weed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5551080417795144553</id><published>2010-01-10T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:48:16.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week</title><content type='html'>The first week of schooling has already ended!! Cheers people.&lt;br /&gt;Now, all that we have to do now is do go through it 40 times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it was chaotic as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I started out going to my 4Science2 class only to find how boring and lonely it was. You can say it was a malay dominant class. Of course, chinese people prefer handling calculators and dissecting knives than pens and paint brushes.&lt;br /&gt;In a non-racist way, I, a rooster entered a cage filled with pigeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I was there, every chai who entered my class would excite me thinking it was Boon. "Where the eff is Boon?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i learned a lesson. A contradiction to what most civic teachers blab about. Follow your road my ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, I am proud to be in 4Science1. Though, I dislike Biology. I'll probably hold a strike when the dissecting comes. It's not that I'm squeamish. I believe that we don't have the right to take a living thing's life (excluding weeds) in the name of science or any other name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. here are the weird and wonderful teachers of 4sc1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ganeshan(Phy) a.k.a Mr G&lt;br /&gt;He's one of the dudes. Talks like the dudes.&lt;br /&gt;Quote(to Boon) : Thambi Illeh Kunji. Brother, you don't own a "you-know-what"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chan(hist) a.k.a Ah Chat&lt;br /&gt;Undescribable. He scares almost everyone in class (not me). From his sudden mood changes to his sudden jumps into drama mode. In a nut shell, he's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;Quote(TO me) : Oleh sebab kau dapat 7A, saya akan gunting rambut depan sahaja. *snip* (My fringe reduced to a freshly mown lawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mz Dodampe(ENg) a.k.a Mz Dodampe&lt;br /&gt;Same teacher from last year. Always correcting our grammar. Still fun and motherly.&lt;br /&gt;Expect a lot of brainstorming sessions.&lt;br /&gt;Quote (To Class) : You all have seeds of greatness within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Norhana(Chem) a.k.a yet to be named&lt;br /&gt;She's new to the class. So, i can't say much.&lt;br /&gt;Quote (to me) : Anwering my question- "Is chemistry fun?" - "NO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Chua(add maths) a.k.a Mummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else do you expect from AM teachers. What, teacher? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;Quote (to class) : Add Maths lingo- one to one, many to many, many to one etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. that's all i can think of. The rest are either never seen before or are too boring to be written down. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems Sc1 will be a great class!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5551080417795144553?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5551080417795144553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5551080417795144553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5551080417795144553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5551080417795144553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-week.html' title='First Week'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4684167020687777843</id><published>2009-12-20T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:22:14.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Form 4</title><content type='html'>It's almost new year... once again, time has unexpectedly flew right by without consent. Almost all my days were spent facing my computer screen, books, and weeds. (there goes my eyesight)&lt;br /&gt;Well, this time, I'm not gonna tell you how I wasted my holidays because believe it or not, I feel contented and I'm waiting to start wearing crisp white shirts and tacky green slacks again. (no sarcasm intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, next year will be a very important year. That's when I'll be moving up the educational ladder: I'll be Form 4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 4, where our subjects will be focused on our chosen streams.&lt;br /&gt;Have you chosen yours yet?&lt;br /&gt;Just like little fishes swimming up stream. As we swim further inland, forks in the river will force us to choose paths. Each path promising different obstacles we must face in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which path do we take?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you were a fish in my school, the smart ones are always urged to choose classes from the science stream, and the not-so-smarts ones are given the others, like arts.&lt;br /&gt;they always tell us, we are free to choose whatever we like but sometimes it just seems so bias.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to learning? That's the reason we're in schools right? To learn is our biggest responsibility. But for one thing, the subject doesn't choose you, you choose the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class division should be based on your interest other than your ability. Like people say, when there's will, there's a way!&lt;br /&gt;So, choose wisely. Ask yourself, do you really want to learn this? Is this what you see yourself in 20 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald Trump's quote: To be successful, you must enjoy what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, never let the numbers in your paycheck cloud your decision no matter how many digits they are! Would you rather be rich or happy?&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;remember this.&lt;br /&gt;Like what you do, do what you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4684167020687777843?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4684167020687777843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4684167020687777843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4684167020687777843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4684167020687777843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/12/form-4.html' title='Form 4'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5935152962231367578</id><published>2009-12-09T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:26:31.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie's 15!!!</title><content type='html'>Lucky Eddie's day is today,&lt;br /&gt;So here I'm blogging just to say,&lt;br /&gt;Act your age! Be a man!&lt;br /&gt;If not, you'll never get your Gwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember whenenver you're teased,&lt;br /&gt;About being a (*cough cough*) shawty, that is,&lt;br /&gt;A man ain't measured by his height,&lt;br /&gt;But actually through his wallet's might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i'm sitting here writing this,&lt;br /&gt;You're probably in a pub taking swigs,&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm don't want to spoil the mood,&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you don't wake up with another dude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday, i say through text,&lt;br /&gt;Have fun and make sure you survive till the  next,&lt;br /&gt;Before i leave you with your celebrating,&lt;br /&gt;"Ya lar, I know, i srewed up genting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5935152962231367578?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5935152962231367578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5935152962231367578&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5935152962231367578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5935152962231367578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/12/eddies-15.html' title='Eddie&apos;s 15!!!'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6315727881204819718</id><published>2009-12-03T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:09:01.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway down the road</title><content type='html'>Yo. Kj here. Well, it's already december. Yes, old father time suddenly took flight and wizzed by under our very noses. &lt;br /&gt;So. Here am i to torment you on how you wasted your precious time. &lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon we'll all be back in desks, facing the same teachers&lt;br /&gt;as we surf the pages of our loathsome text books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah. I won't be a wet blanket for you guys lah. Enjoy what you have now. Well i'm certaintly&lt;br /&gt;enjoying my days. Just chilling. Okay. Maybe more like sleeping and couch potato-ing. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy that blissed moment of complete nothingness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Lesson of the day. Don't think of what's at the end of the road. Focus on your journey. Record every step. Cherish every moment. Live!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6315727881204819718?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6315727881204819718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=6315727881204819718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6315727881204819718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6315727881204819718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/12/halfway-down-road.html' title='Halfway down the road'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-3087874210904372272</id><published>2009-10-29T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:34:57.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Express!!</title><content type='html'>Hey. i was checking out Namewee's new video on Youtube (Namewee *&amp;amp;^% TNB)  .&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's when I inserted a new topic into my cranial forum, the freedom of expression.&lt;br /&gt;As many democratic countries there are, the freedom of expression is one necessity that must be granted. We have power to speak and express whatever we want to. Heck, I'm even doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;Still, many people think we're not given the whole deal here.&lt;br /&gt;Well, from the video comments, I can see the rakyat is making a big brouhaha out of this freedom. Putting it into trivial matters. As I read the comments one by one, it really saddens me (sampai boleh menitis air mata) how people argue among one another. It ashames me that these people are Malaysians. Let me show you couple of those comments. (some are kinda vulgar, seriously!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ntyang88" rel="nofollow"&gt;ntyang88&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You not only drop our chinese﻿ reputation, you also put us malaysian's reputation at risk by posting this on youtube!! Talk about patriotic duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ntyang88" rel="nofollow"&gt;ntyang88&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dear Namewee,﻿ I agree with you that break downs really caused alot of troubles and I also quite mad about it. But there's no need to go to the office shouting @^$($! here and there, really drop us Chinese 'water face'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/desire817" rel="nofollow"&gt;desire817&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;LOL&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello boss, I'm chinese. Look﻿ at my face it's yellow, look at my skin, it's yellow! And my favorite lunch is Char Siew Fan!Obviously I'm trying to make a joke that there are some stupid chinese. Don't join those group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/callmesu" rel="nofollow"&gt;callmesu&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;this shows how INEFFICIENT tnb muar is. from the way they talk, they way they﻿ handle the situation, the way they respond was poor. the staff working were giving tnb a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/desire817" rel="nofollow"&gt;desire817&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, I'm a racist. Why? Because Melayu bodoh and Chinese so hai.This is what they call the "first world facility, third world maintenance".If you're a Malaysian, migrate. Because the cops are crocked, the politician corrupted and﻿ the citizen lazy. Live some where else and contribute to the world. To be honest, Malaysia is god forsaken country. For those of you who think you can change thing around by "voting" then good luck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/deanloh" rel="nofollow"&gt;deanloh&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;People listen up: 10 million internet users are watching Youtube each day, just this video﻿ alone already exceeded 10,000 views. Before you post another angry comment, let's all of us slow down a little start to be objective.The issue here is a corporation in Malaysia, named TNB who have failed to do its job properly. So our comment, be it good or bad, shall be focused on the company.This has absolutely nothing to do with races. Malay kah, Chinese kah, Indian kah, have nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/shawnlch" rel="nofollow"&gt;shawnlch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TNB﻿ semua makan Babi jilat Pussy,TNB never fully give their responsibility..TNB only know collecting Money and cut ur electricity...TNB Tiu Nia Bu...TNB,nama saya Shawn Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="watch-comment-auth" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/deanloh" rel="nofollow"&gt;deanloh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with fredooi2. It doesn't help by using poison against poison. Namewee bro, I truly﻿ share your frustration and I would be so fxxking mad too if lost my work just because some people failed to do their job. But two wrongs do not make one right. TNB might just turn around and sue you back for defamation, and when that happens, not only you get yourself in trouble, 麻玻还是继续停电！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;So, there you go... see how 'responsible' and 'mature' these youtubers are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Although I do agree that TNB is a u-know-what and can go you-know-where but what that dear Namewee did is kind of too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sure, it brings up these problem so that the goverment can fix them up and he IS speaking out for our rights, but Namewee oh Namewee, why did you have to go show this to the whole youtube world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sure, our country needs to be put on the map but this is BAD PUBLICITY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Pretty soon you'll see tourists flocking to the TNB building in Muar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;"look mom! That Namewee guy was here when he shouted TNB (*cough cough*) etc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not only that, because of this, not only the quality of our infrastructure is questioned, it brings in a whole lot of other BAD BAD BAD topics. The government, religion, racial issues blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;C'mon.. here's a note to all expressionists, Bloggers, Vloggers, Youtubers,  from the moment we signed up for these accounts, we were given this responsibility. Whatever we upload or write about is on a free show for all eyes to see. So, not only for the sake of our 'water face', think about our country, dear MALAYSIA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-3087874210904372272?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3087874210904372272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=3087874210904372272&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/3087874210904372272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/3087874210904372272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/10/express.html' title='Express!!'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-7020227056675639581</id><published>2009-10-20T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:27:04.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post PMR boredom</title><content type='html'>With the exams over ( i know, my posts are always PMR this, PMR that),&lt;br /&gt;I can finally get back life! This frog is getting out of his coconut shell. I shall return to the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;Still, i'm waiting for that little ounce of freedom i was promised.&lt;br /&gt;But even if i were given the keys to my parental lock, for the time being I just want to rest, relax and reenter another world. A world connected by data highways where one could go anywhere one wanted.&lt;br /&gt;The internet of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to chatting, blogging, youtubing, illegal mp3 downloading and the sort. ok.. youtubing's not a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;my school as the wet blanket it is,  is making our break a boring one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a desperate attempt to keep their Form 3s from running wild..thanks to the school there will be talks and more talks and lectures about our future.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have mind if they were more fun or entertaining.. really&lt;br /&gt;Today we had talks in the hall,  unattentive's word and it's only the first day..&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, these talks are actually chasing the pupils away.&lt;br /&gt;day by day more and more are playing hooky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, our class planned a mass tardy tomorrow. It will be a sight when half of 3 Amanah fail to show up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. was i being too critical about the talks?&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i would gladly listen to these talks (as they tell us more about the classes we'll be going to next year) if they were the least more interesting than watching paint dry.&lt;br /&gt;Although i do already know which class i wil go when i'm in Form 4.&lt;br /&gt;gee, where are Harith Iskandar, Russel Peters or even Achmed ( the dead terrorist!!!!) when you need them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;till the paint dries&lt;br /&gt;Good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-7020227056675639581?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7020227056675639581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=7020227056675639581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/7020227056675639581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/7020227056675639581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-pmr-boredom.html' title='post PMR boredom'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4790993206032052998</id><published>2009-10-19T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:39:31.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what lies ahead after PMR?</title><content type='html'>Okay.. as i'm emptying my head with all the facts, equations, and the sort which I had to painfully memorize, I really wonder, what do I do now? Party like there's no tomorrow? well. sure but i don't think we can do that all the way till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time.. i will make my break a meaningful one. A one to remember when I'm sitting on my CEO chair or even my rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys have anything installed?&lt;br /&gt;okay, okay. I'm prying. It's still too early for that. we're still brushing off the PMR dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it really is food for thought. I'm 15. What can i do..&lt;br /&gt;for one thing..&lt;br /&gt;I really want to do some serious blogging...&lt;br /&gt;In order to achive global recognition (yeah yeah, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride)&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to change my blog output.&lt;br /&gt;I will talk about more general and open topics cuz i don't think people really want to know what i had for supper.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... prepare for a more serious KJ (god forbid)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4790993206032052998?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4790993206032052998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4790993206032052998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4790993206032052998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4790993206032052998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-lies-ahead-after-pmr.html' title='what lies ahead after PMR?'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-3347873423393235913</id><published>2009-10-19T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:11:42.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal clear</title><content type='html'>Salutations. I'm still in a state of shock. PMR's actually over! sigh.... time flies.&lt;br /&gt;I remember..&lt;br /&gt;as i exited the examination hall for the last time..&lt;br /&gt;I had this rush of emotions. along with&lt;br /&gt;this elation of stress... it was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;it was like out with the bad in with the good.. My mind was as clear as an SKII comercial girl.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time i could actually go to bed without the slightest thought about exams, school or whatever lies tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i won't drag long about this.  i know that every Form 3 boy or girl can relate with me on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. with exams out of the way. I can finally continue blogging full time. And i really mean it.&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*  ahhhh it feels good to be back.. And i wonder who else is back?&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the blogosphere, I am very pleased that there are others who still share the passion of blogging. Cheers everyone!! We're one big/small comunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. are you guys in or what? Holler at me. drop a comment or somthing.. let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-3347873423393235913?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3347873423393235913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=3347873423393235913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/3347873423393235913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/3347873423393235913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/10/crystal-clear.html' title='Crystal clear'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4171744014204413594</id><published>2009-09-20T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:24:43.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tap tap tap</title><content type='html'>Alrite. Just a quicky. Using my phone. Well. As we all know. PMR.s here. Ugh. A time all form 3s must face. So.... Are ye ready? Hmm thats good. Well its different for me tho. I feel evasperated. The finishing line is just right in  front of me but the fatigue's just to much to bear. Part of me just wants to take off my running shoes and call it quits. My chance of gold crumbling in front of me.i do not know what to do. Seems like im cracking under all this pressure. A dilemma i must face. &lt;br /&gt;Help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4171744014204413594?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4171744014204413594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4171744014204413594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4171744014204413594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4171744014204413594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/09/tap-tap-tap.html' title='Tap tap tap'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4620701736525574087</id><published>2009-08-02T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:15:24.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa?!</title><content type='html'>Its just not right.what happened here. After coming back from my long and temporary leave from everything that's internetty,&lt;br /&gt;This is what   i get?!? Wow, so its true. Bloggings dead and gone. A barren waste land with not the littlelest sign of life&lt;br /&gt;well, I guess nothing can be done to reignite the will to blog. Just another fad huh? still, it might not seem like it but I'm not backing down bloggy! Its pmr crunch time. So I'll be digging my nose into textbooks for quite some time. So please tahan until I'm back. And I'll be back. That my sworn promise as a blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4620701736525574087?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4620701736525574087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4620701736525574087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4620701736525574087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4620701736525574087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoa.html' title='whoa?!'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-8055726308839002792</id><published>2009-05-16T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:50:40.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kev jambu</title><content type='html'>hey...just a quick update..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this from Kev Jambu...check out his new channel &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/JumbaFund"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/JumbaFund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came out after eating at a sushi restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;then, he meets a homeless guy who asks him a riddle..i f Kev manages to guess what it is. he gets a dollar, if not he loses a quarter...&lt;br /&gt;SO.. it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maker doesn't want it,&lt;br /&gt;The buyer doesn't use,&lt;br /&gt;The user doesn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev answers Swine Flu.. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. at the end..&lt;br /&gt;it was a coffin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-8055726308839002792?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8055726308839002792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=8055726308839002792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8055726308839002792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8055726308839002792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/05/kev-jambu.html' title='Kev jambu'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-1751266909554918785</id><published>2009-04-26T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:21:12.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anybody there????</title><content type='html'>Hey.... yes.... blogging's almost dead. I'm probably one of the last ones.. Everyone's either stopped posting regularly or completely dropped blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. that sucks actually haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how it all started.... It happened one by one and pretty soon.. boom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's ablogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it was just a trend huh... ugh.. there were so many one flings.. a couple of them that i remember are Blubet of course.. haha and Freindster too.. what else? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. i guess blogging already passe? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop baybeh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger 4 eva!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. School's a pain in the butt... I know we have the dreaded PMR this year so there's all this hype. Extra classes,home work, kerja kursuses, and those dreaded trials..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is up with them?!? i say just leave us alone so we can actually do some studying.. or laze around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I can't really blog much this time... i'm really sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking all of my faithful viewers. yes you!! what's left of them anyway. aloo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually thinking of moving up class.. you know, Wordpress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so freaking neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. it emits this kind of Superior or professional wave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is more for newbies.. I think i've grown.. can i do it?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still.. will you guys actually follow me? i mean.. I'm not even sure if people are reading this blog anymore.. my fault for not updating huh?&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;On another note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. don't take this as propaganda or something but have you heard of Foong's Forum? it's not really his. he just created it.. but it's cool but we need more members.. join join join, i feel like a missionary you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-1751266909554918785?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1751266909554918785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=1751266909554918785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1751266909554918785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1751266909554918785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-anybody-there.html' title='Is anybody there????'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-8907202357691072197</id><published>2009-04-11T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:54:37.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a emo</title><content type='html'>Yes, heard it right? But don't worry..i'm back to normal.. chances of a relapse are about 50.50 la..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. i did what a emo would do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skipping classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;considering suicide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know.. so on, so on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just.. i never thought high school would be so stressful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always thought stress was something adults would get.. and occasionally, some kid with family issues.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, for those considering dousing that container of panadol active fast..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop! Take long breaths and count to ten.. after that.. read on for my ultimate recipe for stress-free life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;       stress-free cookies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for these cookies.. you won't need a kitchen or an oven. just big empty land. (as far from any police stations)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hear are the ingredients&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 7 folios (more if you have any)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Homework (your choice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Every freaking thing that reminds you of the problem you are facing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    School? bag, uniform&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Love? a pic of him/her, him/her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...collect all of the above..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;add 2 cans of lighter fluid and watch your troubles disappear into thick black smoke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and remember..fumes from burning girlfriends are poisonous..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try not to inhale any..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy baking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-8907202357691072197?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8907202357691072197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=8907202357691072197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8907202357691072197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8907202357691072197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-emo.html' title='I was a emo'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-2665792499533309429</id><published>2009-03-20T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:39:25.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes man</title><content type='html'>After watching this movie, do you guys go "cool. i think i'll do that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a sense that i say yes to everything freaking thing but more of taking opportunities that your sane self would usually decline without delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm still doing it but i have my limits ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my new way of life, i'm now in the choir club.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tenor. What does that mean? It's a joy watching the teachers sing. Who knew huh.. All you ever hear from them is a "Selamat Sejahtera" or the occasional&lt;br /&gt;"Hey...Nak Kena Demerit ke?" haha. It's all right la.. though i must admit, it's kinda gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, wat else? I'm on the school debate team. There's an inter-school comp coming along and i still have no idea the ins and outs of debating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, written and spoken English is a farcry. True to my Malaysian self, i spit out lahs and lors and mehs like a sub machinegun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A very good morning to the honourable judge arh, the opposition. Crap. Damn. What am I supposed to say again? Hey Bran! Gimme that will ya? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. you get te point. Imagine if on that day we were debating about "Malaysian lingo murders the English Language" and i'll be on the supporting side or in the debate world, The Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. those two are one of the few..&lt;br /&gt;other's include, AJK peperiksaan?&lt;br /&gt;Choral Speaking. wait that one was forced.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;how will my life turn out?&lt;br /&gt;dang dang dang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-2665792499533309429?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2665792499533309429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=2665792499533309429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2665792499533309429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2665792499533309429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-man.html' title='Yes man'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-2039584697617309685</id><published>2009-03-19T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:50:46.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Dead?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, blogging is dying. Bloggers are dropping like flies. One by one. Resulting in neglected and dusty blogs and many dissapointed readers. So.... the question is..WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Lazy? Busy? Exams? these are the excuses. But will blogging follow the steps of the long forgotten BluBet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sei lor. haha.Some have deleted their blogs and some just not posting crap.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i for one will continue blogging. Who will join me?&lt;br /&gt;But, it's actually getting kinda hard to blog these days, they're really drowning the Form 3s this year. Homework galore and not to mention the folios and what not.&lt;br /&gt;So, To blog or not to blog. that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;It's yours to decide.&lt;br /&gt;Just relinquish your responsibilities given as a blogger and leave this comunity (your welcome to join back just so you know).&lt;br /&gt;Or continue on blogging where you can go about proudly because your one of those people who post crap on their web pages which not many people give a damn about.&lt;br /&gt;So what if i have nothing to write about. I'll blog till i die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. whatta speach, haha. It's your decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-2039584697617309685?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2039584697617309685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=2039584697617309685&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2039584697617309685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2039584697617309685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogging-dead.html' title='Blogging Dead?'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-2323579677350894097</id><published>2009-02-22T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:59:33.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;surprise surprise!!! i'm not dead.. yeah, i can't believe other people actually noticed that i haven't been blogging for quite some time.. what do i have to say fo myself? the usual.. homework.. sport practice.. ECA.. internet's down.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i know i know.. my excuses suck.. but it's true! being a student is hard work just so you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;apart from all the homework and exams and stay-backs.. some teachers even expect you to go to school on Saturdays. man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..so, i'm gonna talk about school.. yes.. i noticed that of all of my posts, this particular subject is missing..so.. let me start on my first day of Form 3..&lt;br /&gt;i you were to compare myself this year with myself last year, it's obvious that i've become a little more hardworking..come on.. don't you agree? yessirree. i've turned over a new leaf..let's hope i don't turn back.. well. since this year will be my PMR year, change is vital..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..back to school..&lt;br /&gt;i remember my first day.. it was.........................tiring.&lt;br /&gt;two years of afternoon school really changed my sleeping pattern..i became a sleep late-wake up late person.. so, it was hard getting use to morning session..&lt;br /&gt;i still sleep at 11 to 12 o' clock.. i make up the rest of my hours by sleeping in the afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;what i liked about this year, that all my teachers rock..&lt;br /&gt;so far, my favourite teacher is my Science teacher, Pn Zarina..&lt;br /&gt;when i first saw her,i could tell instantly that she was an easy going person.. very open and easy to joke with.. i remember once that we had this conversation on the famous Chapter 4.. yup..reproduction.. she was saying how shy the girls reacted when she showed them their male counterparts parts.. while she was explaining thatthe government will give these CDs  to the teachers.. and somehow Dr Chua slipped pass my mouth.. well, everyone laughed, even Pn Zarina..&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason...she wants me to be the teacher when we reach that chapter...&lt;br /&gt;She was serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is my English teacher.. Mz Helen Dodampe'&lt;br /&gt;just her name screams out class..&lt;br /&gt;yup..that's how she is.&lt;br /&gt;a classy and strangely dramatic lady..&lt;br /&gt;she makes English exciting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya..i gotta go,&lt;br /&gt;crap,,&lt;br /&gt;i continue next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-2323579677350894097?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2323579677350894097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=2323579677350894097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2323579677350894097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2323579677350894097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise-surprise-im-not-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-9089767979564360269</id><published>2009-02-03T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:10:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can comment now!</title><content type='html'>Hey..like i said...you can comment now! hey, I'm waiting. Hello? Don't cha wanna comment? C'mon, I wouldn't mind if it's a heckle. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I noticed that my posts have been on a commentless streak lately. At first, i assumed that you guys were busy with your school work. Too pooped to comment on my poop.&lt;br /&gt;And when the streak continued.. i kinda went crazy.. You see, comment are the only reason i blog. yep. i know. It sounds strange yet, i bet everyone of you bloggers feel the same way..&lt;br /&gt;Comments to a post on a blog are exactly like a guitar tuner to a string on a guitar..&lt;br /&gt;imagine..without the tuner.. i wouldn't know whether the guitar is in tuned or not.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. i know..i love my analogies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was i? oh yeah.. the freaking out.. yup.. 1st.. it was denial..&lt;br /&gt;then, a full blown OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder)..yup..&lt;br /&gt;i was frequently on the net checking out if there was a comment posted..&lt;br /&gt;And every time.. Nada..&lt;br /&gt;So.. i came to my senses and i had to ask myself the ultimate question..&lt;br /&gt;Are my posts really that boring?!? Do i make you sleep.. Do doctors prescribe my blog URL to their insomnia suffering patients..&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. i thought so...untill..one day..i learned from a friend that nobody could comment on my blog.. I was puzzled at first.. so i checked it myself.. yup.. it was true.. But..  i wondered, why didn't anyone tell me in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;So. i searched every where and i still couldn't find the problem..&lt;br /&gt;But, eventually i found it and fixed it.. oh. more like change the settings ..&lt;br /&gt;So. You can't tell how happy i am.. i'm on the Moon..nah i'm on Mars..&lt;br /&gt;looks like my blog isn't an express trip to slumber land.. nope.. it's not boring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-9089767979564360269?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/9089767979564360269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=9089767979564360269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/9089767979564360269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/9089767979564360269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-can-comment-now.html' title='You can comment now!'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6144341762381863548</id><published>2009-02-01T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:54:15.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Almost the end of break from school&lt;/em&gt;, dadudadadum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homework notchet do&lt;/em&gt;, dadudadadum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time ticking fast,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMFG i got the haven't-do-homework-blues!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.. me again.. homework.. still not done.. Bm folio haven't start.. but almost.. well.. i apologise for all the parties that i missed.. but.. c'mon.. my parents put me in lock up till i finished my homework.. which means.. no party going, no friends coming, no socializing. i'm trying my best to cage up my procrastinating self but boy oh boy.. it's sure trying it's hardest to get out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. school's almost starting and i look back now..all i ever did was laze around once in a while lifting up my pen to do some work.. damn those freaking modules.. i've become an anti-social frog under coconut shell.. i am freaking desperate.. for at least some company.. i am this close to downing that packetfull of panadol sitting there in the cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. well. recently. my sisters planned an open house.. so..there were little girls everywhere.. all laughing and jolly making.. but.. party or no party.. my parents insisted that my homework be done.. So. i played the role of the unhappy teen brother. man, it was like going to funeral where your the only one there laughing and having fun while the rests are mourning.. ok ok.. a little too much.. but now you think of it... nah..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. i noticed for quite some time.. my sister and her friends were in her room..doing god know's what.. and.. i am shocked after finding out what the heck they were up too.. take a look you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/868rg-0fRRU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/868rg-0fRRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously..who could have guessed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6144341762381863548?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6144341762381863548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=6144341762381863548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6144341762381863548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6144341762381863548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/02/homework-blues.html' title='homework blues'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4247177120217967709</id><published>2009-01-26T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:50:53.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY CNY</title><content type='html'>oh hey.. the soal selidik's over.. but..that doesn't matter does it? haha. hey. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, well. School's finally done..(not for good sadly) well. at least it gives us some chance of getting some R n R. Whew. But..really. how can we enjoy the break when we have tests, folios, oral reports n homework to think about.  unfair ain't it? Well.i don't wanna be the Scrooge of CNY..&lt;br /&gt;so here's a short post wishing u guys a happy niu year.. every year there's a punch line.. some good some crappy.. haha.. so..have a great cow year 财源滚滚&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4247177120217967709?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4247177120217967709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4247177120217967709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4247177120217967709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4247177120217967709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-cny.html' title='CNY CNY'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4492302199386960948</id><published>2009-01-21T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:06:09.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok..well..i've not been blogging for a while..&lt;br /&gt;it's just..hard to find time you know.. we got practices after practices..and tonnes of homework..&lt;br /&gt;ok..i have this civic project thingy. we're required to do a bloody survey of what do 15 year old wish to become when they grow up..&lt;br /&gt;why can't they leave us alone huh? let us be children well..&lt;br /&gt;the borang is as follows..and please..answer them.. actually..we were supposed to give the lucky 50 the borangs to write it down.. but..no way man..this is the 21st Century..INTERNET BABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORANG SOAL SELIDIK&lt;br /&gt;Kajian kecil dijalankan sebagai satu projek Pendidikan Sivik dan Kewarganegaraan Tingkatan 3. Tujuan kami menjalankan kajian adalah untuk mengetahui cita-cita remaja yang berumur 15 tahun pada masa kini .&lt;br /&gt;Harap anda dapat meluangkan masa untuk menjawab soalan-soalan di bawah ini .&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih atas kerjasama anda.&lt;br /&gt;Nama Kumpulan :&lt;br /&gt;Nama Ahli : LEE PUI WEI GOH MEI YEE NADZMI&lt;br /&gt;LIM PEI YEN PHUA FONG YEE&lt;br /&gt;CHUA KEN JIN WONG KOK MING&lt;br /&gt;Soalan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 . Apakah cita-cita anda ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guru Doktor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peguam Juruterbang&lt;br /&gt;Saintis Lain-lain. Sila nyatakan: __________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic1A"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic1B"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Sebab anda memilih cita-cita ini .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic1C"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic1D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Berminat dalam bidang ini Dipengaruhi oleh kawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic1E"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mengikut jejak kepada ibu bapa Dipaksa oleh ibubapa&lt;br /&gt;Lain-lain. Sila nyatakan: _________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic1F"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Bilakah anda memiliki cita-cita ini ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sejak kecil lagi Sekolah rendah&lt;br /&gt;Sekolah menengah&lt;br /&gt;4. Adakah anda mempunyai cita-cita yang kedua jika anda tidak dapat mencapai cita-cita anda ini sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic23"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya . Sila nyatakan: ___________________&lt;br /&gt;Tidak.&lt;br /&gt;5. Anda ingin bekerja dalam sektor swasta, berkhidmat untuk kerajaan atau menubuhkan perniagaan sendiri apabila besar nanti ?&lt;br /&gt;bekerja dalam sektor swasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;berkhidmat untuk kerajaan Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;menubuhkan perniagaan diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just post ur answers in the comments..&lt;br /&gt;and, please..just the answers..&lt;br /&gt;semua kerjasama diucapkan terima kasih dalam bentuk wang daripada saya (RM 1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4492302199386960948?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4492302199386960948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4492302199386960948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4492302199386960948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4492302199386960948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-7551108346828162413</id><published>2009-01-02T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:19:27.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn..i still can't stop procrastinating.. i haven't done my homework yet.. yup.. just as the holidays started.. my kerja cuti sekolah was thrown into the depths of y messy room and was never seen again.. till now..&lt;br /&gt;well..  good news..i finally found my homework.. when others were thinking..hmm.. "should i do my homework?" I, on the other hand,was thinking, "will i ever find my homework?"&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have it.. looks like i have no choice.. copy.. nah.. just kidding.. i am a procrastinating nerd.. but let me get this straight.. procrastinating is like doing drugs.. you like it.. but you can't stop it eventhough  you know it's bad for you.. it's an addiction!&lt;br /&gt;well, at least now i found number 1 on my 2009 list of tasks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. well.. i've been fighting my long acquired habit/addiction for quite some time now.. but i have some tricks of the trade for all my fellow addicts.. ahah.. just admit it..&lt;br /&gt;the first one seems so easy yet it's so freaking hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firmness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what all procratinators lack.. you must be firm on yourself... when you say.. i'm gonna do this homework.. Just do it!!! you know how hard is it to do that? picture yourself waking up in the morning.. it's 5.45 it's cold and rainy.. and you must get up and get ready for school.. but all you wanna do is go back to slumberland.. no matter how hard you try to get up.. you can't because you're slacker self is trying all it can do to keep you there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to get rid of all distractions.. comp, tv, phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use this very often.. just treat yourself after doing the task..&lt;br /&gt;simple huh? well.. that's all for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-7551108346828162413?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7551108346828162413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=7551108346828162413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/7551108346828162413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/7551108346828162413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5563008290728050094</id><published>2008-12-31T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:03:24.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ciao 2007, wassup 2008..</title><content type='html'>Nobody's online..probably out.. for the New Year..well...going out with friends may be fun and all.. but let me tell you.. nothing beats a great meal at home.. you see..my dad's friend is already here..and. by the looks of it..it's either Chicken or turkey..&lt;br /&gt;wait let me check.&lt;br /&gt;oh..we got two big Chickens..damn.. patience.. probably won't be done for quite a while but..ooh.. i'm getting hungry already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; just imagine..another year is almost about to end.. and really..why is time flying so fast?&lt;br /&gt;someone should go tie time to a metal ball and chain.. that should slow it down..&lt;br /&gt;During this time, doesn't it make you wanna just stop and think for a while about everything you did and didn't during the year..&lt;br /&gt;your accomplishments, your mistakes, regrets, all too late to change...&lt;br /&gt;darn...i'm sounding like a bloody emo.. haha.. the years ending..we should be happy..&lt;br /&gt;here goes..&lt;br /&gt;next year, i'll be 15.. alrite.. continuing the path of teenageship..and pretty soon..after all the test and exams.. we'll be adults .. and our whole selves will change dramaticaly.. and because of that.. we must really live the most of our teenaged lives.. c'mon.. being mature and all that kinda scares me.. imagine one day.. your watching tv and Mtv's on... you go .."Why the hell did i like watching this?" ugh.. i wonder what's on CNN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.remember.. we won't be kids forever.. so act so mature and just..for once..act your age..&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;a Happy New Year!!.&lt;br /&gt;don't go spraying foam on cars okay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5563008290728050094?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5563008290728050094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5563008290728050094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5563008290728050094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5563008290728050094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/12/ciao-2007-wassup-2008.html' title='ciao 2007, wassup 2008..'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-2053321153389076585</id><published>2008-12-26T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:59:56.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>Hey...i know what i'm about to tell you i obviously obvious..but....&lt;br /&gt;why whenever i post something short, simple and funny...i get tonnes of comments..&lt;br /&gt;but, if i put my life in ink,wait..no!  life in pixels... where, i put most of my thought into.. my blood sweat and tears, and maybe urine if it weren't for XXXL diapers. i barely get a reply....&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it just make wanna say...wtf!?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloggers thrive on comments...it's the reason why they're even posting on their blogs...so they can get comments from their readers...if you don't think this is true..get a diary man..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. analogy time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of comments as a hot girl..or for the females..a hot guy..or for Jay, a hot guy and a girl..&lt;br /&gt;we do everything we can so that we can get noticed by the hottie/hotties....&lt;br /&gt;so..we try our pathetic desperate attempt to do so...&lt;br /&gt;if the person notices and responds positively..a smile a wink..anything...we get happy..darn happy..or maybe even a negative one..like an "eff off" or the finger..hey..at least..you got noticed..&lt;br /&gt;but..what happens if he/she ignores you.. won't you feel shitty?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..try to comment.. pour our your thoughts out about their post..&lt;br /&gt;a positive one a negative one..as long there is a response....&lt;br /&gt;it could be a...&lt;br /&gt;  "wow. i like it"&lt;br /&gt;or even a simple&lt;br /&gt;  "lol"&lt;br /&gt;or even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the...hey, guess what? nobody even bloody cares so STFU!!!"&lt;br /&gt;okay..maybe not that....&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;well..gotta go..&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to solve man's greatest mysteries&lt;br /&gt;why the hell can't i gain weight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-2053321153389076585?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2053321153389076585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=2053321153389076585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2053321153389076585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2053321153389076585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/12/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-9078417893340107133</id><published>2008-12-23T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:00:16.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puke fest</title><content type='html'>Aughh..i never thought i could get it..never once..my Mom had it just recently..but i thought she just wasn't careful enough...i've been safe..i always done it safely, safety first..well..i just messed up i guess. shouldn't have done it last night no matter how much i lusted for it.. pretty soon it'll come out. My tummy hurts already..and i still haven't told my family yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like i got pregnant.. before you start wishing me congrats...no no..don't worry.. i'm not freaking pregnant. So jay..just give up..and even if i had one..i'll never call him/her Jay ...it just doesn't fit with Chua okay? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll explain...i have..gulp.. a case of indigestion..yeah..i said it.. Brings back memories..i remember the last time i had it...it was after eating that Delifrance bread..ughh..twice..but seemed far better compared to my dad's 9..after that..my family never ate there again..&lt;br /&gt;i always like disturbing Brandon during Science when we were doing digestion.. he'll tell me to quit it whenever i reach the part about the bile coming out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..this time...i suspect it was that Maggie Instant Mee that i ate last night..ughh.. the pain..&lt;br /&gt;as i'm suffering here.. you guys go read about my experience so far....&lt;br /&gt;well..like i said..i ate some instant mee which was probably passed its expiry date..groan..&lt;br /&gt;it was after eating it.. i felt a little rumble down there...i thought it was just the spices..so i downed a cup of 100 plus..&lt;br /&gt;everything seemed fine..watched tv and went up to sleep at 12..&lt;br /&gt;that's when the grumbling turned to an earthquake.. at first i thought it was a tummy ache or something.. so like my dad always said..i took a trip to the can..you know...a number 2.. fine..&lt;br /&gt;i shat!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even doing so..i never felt any better..&lt;br /&gt;i tried to sleep.. but whenever i imagined a beautiful scene in my head..u know ...meadow..dandylions..girls..etc.&lt;br /&gt;the rumbling would start.. and i was pulled away from lala land....ughh...so.there i was lying on my bed.. a bucket in front of me..and just waiting there..for the eruption.... there wasn't any.. so..i read one of my books to keep my mind off things.. yes.. Raven's Gate..Power of five..&lt;br /&gt;such a darn nice story..2/3rds finish..well..at  the end..i didn't barf..i fell asleep..at 3am..&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 9.30&lt;br /&gt;the pains still there.. argh..the fekking pain..&lt;br /&gt;actually..it really does feel like a volcano..&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the warm gunk rising up my throat..but then i goes down again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;that's all./.bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-9078417893340107133?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/9078417893340107133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=9078417893340107133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/9078417893340107133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/9078417893340107133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/12/puke-fest.html' title='Puke fest'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-1678025198015928065</id><published>2008-12-22T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:48:46.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More adventures with the family</title><content type='html'>my family's outings are always the same.I mean, c'mon, talk about slaves of routine. Well,  okay...to give you any idea of what i mean, here's my usual weekend out with the Chua family.&lt;br /&gt;It all starts on Friday, yes most people disagree with me that Friday isn't considered a weekend. Well, to my family, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I, oh yeah! My parents would come back from work earlier than usual with all their worked my ass out selves, and bring their three children to the City for dinner. Location to be exact. Pavilion. Most people would be too pooped out on a Friday to go anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;considering I have a 1 to 6pm schooling session....sometimes my dad would pick me up from school and go there directly. Isn't that great. Well, to some people, it's suicide. But think of it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a tiresome day at school, studying, wouldn't it be nice if you could go out and eat a lavish and delicious meal at a fine restaurant or enjoy the choices available at the foodcourt. After eating your full, you get to enjoy reading comics, books, mags in the the so called Member's Lounge where the person in charged is always gone... Hey, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade!&lt;br /&gt;After that, your sipping your cuppa at Coffee Bean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...I planned to only write about 3 or 5 paragraphs and already i just finished the first day.. Don't you bloggers just like it when you plan to keep it short but instead, you get carried away and you fill in a whole novel. That's what i call a true blogger!..&lt;br /&gt;Fine fine..i'll keep the rest short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Saturday, we'll either head to Midvalley Megamall or somewhere further like Ikea...&lt;br /&gt;On a Sunday, it's either take out Chicken from Ayamas, or a trip to leisure mall..&lt;br /&gt;you see, my mom's isn't really one of those great house wife cooks...( i can't believe i just wrote that) but she can whip up a mean Chic Stew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..that's all..just imagine doing that every weekend over and over again....ughh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-1678025198015928065?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1678025198015928065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=1678025198015928065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1678025198015928065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1678025198015928065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-adventures-with-family.html' title='More adventures with the family'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-2054107689649400619</id><published>2008-12-21T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:12:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A request</title><content type='html'>Ai...they found out again...i changed my url once again..to jinkenchua1994 okay...&lt;br /&gt;and..if it's not too much..can you guys take out this blog's link outta of your blogs?...my sisters are smarter than i thought..sorry for the inconvenience caused......and a very big thank you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-2054107689649400619?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2054107689649400619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=2054107689649400619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2054107689649400619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2054107689649400619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/12/request.html' title='A request'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-8108769781358003804</id><published>2008-12-17T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:22:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making progress</title><content type='html'>Okay, the dreaded subject, wait, let me rephrase that, the dreaded subjects. School, will be the topic of my post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. aren't i evil, as you guys are trying to make the best of our soon to end holiday, someone brings it up and ruins your day.Exams we have to study for. Your comfortable beds that you have to bid farewell in the morning. You'll have to start wearing ties and those tacky uniforms. And furthermore, next year's PMR will be a force to reckon with. Don't you just wanna kick my arse. It's like telling an inmate how many days left he has to live before he recieves the death sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know. it really ain't the liveliest of things to talk about. just thinking about it makes me moan and sigh. But take this as a reminder. Just imagine. Your in a Cyber Cafe playing your favourite online game.(never been to one, do they surf drinks there? Get it? Serve and Surf. No sense of humour la you guys) Suddenly, the tauke comes to you and says you got 15 minutes left. You reach in your pocket but you find a pack of gum but no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you go sulking and face the screen with a sad face that remains unchanged even after managing to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;frag&lt;/span&gt; Jay Shen and Foong in one bullet.( Sorry, CS, COD) Frag is kill in games.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, why don't you just enjoy what time you have left. Go on and try that girly dancing game you always wanted to play, make faces to the office guy beside who's doing his work till he gets annoyed and leaves, ask for the girl you spotted upon entering for her number eventhough you know she 16, go search for porn..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..remember.. don't spend you're last days sulking about what 's to come, instead have fun, make memories worth reminiscing and furthermore, you can use them to fill out those darn "what the heck i did during the holidays" or " apa saya buat pada cuti yang lalu" essays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.another analogy.....&lt;br /&gt;i love making them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. when i blog. i always like the fact that i always change the subject. But i'm too busy typing away to notice that i've gone overboard..take notice to my post title. Making Progress..&lt;br /&gt;well..since i'll be in morning session next year....i have to quit of my 2 to 12 sleeping pattern...&lt;br /&gt;today miraculously i woke up at 9 but collapsed on the couch and woke up again at 11...&lt;br /&gt;haha...will i ever make progress?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-8108769781358003804?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8108769781358003804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=8108769781358003804&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8108769781358003804'/><link 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type='html'>oh..yeah..&lt;br /&gt;i changed my blog url...&lt;br /&gt;my sis found out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here..&lt;br /&gt;jinkenchua94.blogspot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she'll never find out..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-8881201929618739697?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8881201929618739697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=8881201929618739697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8881201929618739697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/8881201929618739697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5409395002661019728</id><published>2008-12-16T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who, what share our names</title><content type='html'>HAha....check these out people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdGrzeeBjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5FPJCyVpCfQ/s1600-h/Pasted_Data_b921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280266806481520178" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdGrzeeBjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5FPJCyVpCfQ/s320/Pasted_Data_b921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdGr4LFvkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XfT2IrkkKOk/s1600-h/Pasted_Data_0bc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280266807742414402" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdGr4LFvkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XfT2IrkkKOk/s320/Pasted_Data_0bc7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; your lost at sea..who ya gonna call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdGriPQXOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SOPCxy86ZFw/s1600-h/images%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280266801854307554" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdGriPQXOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SOPCxy86ZFw/s320/images%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mine's on cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdGrm7m7kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IT6GXYRRHUQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280266803114077762" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdGrm7m7kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IT6GXYRRHUQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdFKL-y-JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ld-Oej7cHbk/s1600-h/ARWWPD8CAQG91SICAPVRA6HCAIAS1CNCABJGJN1CAXOZMUYCAQK593ZCALJDV5YCAT3Z8AOCACTI0B5CAF60URACAY254VDCA63U4P4CASKI2L2CA3VWR6XCAMLG4CGCA79SMCXCA04ERHZCA5G3E31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280265129432381586" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdFKL-y-JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ld-Oej7cHbk/s320/ARWWPD8CAQG91SICAPVRA6HCAIAS1CNCABJGJN1CAXOZMUYCAQK593ZCALJDV5YCAT3Z8AOCACTI0B5CAF60URACAY254VDCA63U4P4CASKI2L2CA3VWR6XCAMLG4CGCA79SMCXCA04ERHZCA5G3E31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foong's cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdFA-LMxwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ayrH35L8gWM/s1600-h/ADNY08BCAPR2CLACAFRJ878CAU2T3FYCACCIEBXCAGQIA7BCAJYLLJ3CAIIIE4WCA3ACH49CAAO1IMYCAJ58NEECAEULXHVCAOBGD7BCA4PCWRECA3S5JE5CAM7CWG8CA7CKVDNCANM2ZRVCAQP6A92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280264971107485442" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SUdFA-LMxwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ayrH35L8gWM/s320/ADNY08BCAPR2CLACAFRJ878CAU2T3FYCACCIEBXCAGQIA7BCAJYLLJ3CAIIIE4WCA3ACH49CAAO1IMYCAJ58NEECAEULXHVCAOBGD7BCA4PCWRECA3S5JE5CAM7CWG8CA7CKVDNCANM2ZRVCAQP6A92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite...Boon Mag&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/7653984850822673686-5409395002661019728?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5409395002661019728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5409395002661019728&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6843744134003435068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=6843744134003435068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6843744134003435068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6843744134003435068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/12/pimp-my-blog.html' title='PIMP MY BLOG'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-612011374043475029</id><published>2008-12-15T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:02:28.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a product of procrastination</title><content type='html'>hoho...the year's almost ending....why???....i always wondered..when i was young(nolar..this ain't a grandpa story) time flew pretty slow and steady for me...but now!..wow.. i can barely see it pass by...&lt;br /&gt;it's already half of December and all i can say is.." wow! that was fast"  and i'm really asking myself this..have you done all of your goals for this year...yup..your list of things to do before the big 2009...oh man...talk about mid life crisis man..i'm not even 50 yet....ok lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my list of 2008..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. jump out of a plane (ugh...i go KLIA tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;2. stop PROCRASTINATING (this i tanggung untill next year) jeez..that's what i said last year&lt;br /&gt;3.clean my room once and for all and maintain it!&lt;br /&gt;4.get a little fatter ( i eat and eat but no diff)&lt;br /&gt;5.get an electric guitar&lt;br /&gt;6.act my age..lol&lt;br /&gt;7.less absent minded&lt;br /&gt;8.do something illegal?&lt;br /&gt;9.be able to reach the net in bball&lt;br /&gt;10.grow bigger balls...no no..not literary..i'm fine with mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..that's all i can think of....&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah...here's one more...&lt;br /&gt;finish that darn PITA school holiday homework...&lt;br /&gt;i remember the school giving out our homework....&lt;br /&gt;they told us to do it during school ...but i protested..saying why do they call kerja rumah cuti sekolah then?&lt;br /&gt;well....i was ignored..and almost the whole class was quietly sitting on their desk scribbling away..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could take that all back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all...from&lt;br /&gt;Si Procastinator..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-612011374043475029?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/612011374043475029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=612011374043475029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/612011374043475029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>haha.well. you all might(not) have been wondering whether i got banned again..nope...that's one lesson i learned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...it's just my intenet connection...it went thru it's annual breakdowns again.....&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth...i was shocked that it was almost the end of the year..and we haven't experienced any problems...i even checked the sky in case it was purple or there were airborne pigs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day...the reuter broke and my mom had to call tmnet...&lt;br /&gt;met the repair man the other morning..his name's Guna..but my mom called him Tak Guna..&lt;br /&gt;haha...well...it wasn't our connection but our modem...so..we have a new one now, special thanks to Guna...thank you, i think i'll call you Sangat Berguna..&lt;br /&gt;aiyo...my sister wants to use the com..damn it man....&lt;br /&gt;they're ( i got two la) changing in in into me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;argh..no no..they're not changing into boys...it's normal..i 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Lemme ask you, have u ever tried blogging with an iPhone in koffe bean? Haha.....very different feeling......well......I'm furiously tapping onto my moms phone n my family is checking out serena c just opposite..... Never imagined her being so bitchy...(no offence if she's reading this.......it's strange how the local celebs like coming here to pav......I remember meeting JJ at labodega........well gtg....my dads suspecting me......I'm still praying that my internet connection will be fixed asap......im waiting for a Christmas miracle......help!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6089230592688904638?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6089230592688904638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=6089230592688904638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.fugly.com/f/ec9115b10c292ef8bc98" allowscriptaccess="always" menu="false" quality="high" width="550" height="400" name="FuglyGame" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fugly.com/"&gt;Play more games at Fugly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-521772198345247686?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/521772198345247686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=521772198345247686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-172447965150177756</id><published>2008-11-12T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:42:37.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sg Congkak</title><content type='html'>wow..last weekend..i had a trip to Sg Conkak, Hulu Langat...a camping trip..&lt;br /&gt;With Boon and Kok Ming tagging along. what's to be afraid of..huh......&lt;br /&gt;dum dum DUM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong, once again....&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;i'm speaking for everyone, but we all expected fun fun fun, where we could build a tent, sleep in it, and do  things that couldn't have been done in the City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay...let me start on my SUPERDUPERCAMPINGTRIP.&lt;br /&gt;i reached school at about 7:30&lt;br /&gt;walking thru the main gate, i spotted my gang sitting there with Raul..&lt;br /&gt;yes..the RAul...&lt;br /&gt;i approached the idiots, (jk)&lt;br /&gt;and we compared what we brought...as we told each other our contents of our bags we noticed that&lt;br /&gt;we all brought shampoo but left out soap...hey...it don't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were waiting for the bus to arrive..&lt;br /&gt;me and boon made metal versions of songs...as we laughed along, Kok Ming seemed anoyed...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw you for the first time yesterday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Finaly found da mising part of me!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(MAde UP guitar solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're just a bunch of metal heads...&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;lets skip the bus ride cuz we did completly nothing..&lt;br /&gt;ok ok..&lt;br /&gt;so there we are..looking at the crap hole that was called the D'Congkak Resort..&lt;br /&gt;hah! resort my butt..&lt;br /&gt;completely different from what i expected..&lt;br /&gt;u know...when you hear..a resort..&lt;br /&gt;we imagine...Hotel rooms with air conditioning...a decent restaurant..&lt;br /&gt;a cool pool to cool off in..&lt;br /&gt;ohohohoh..&lt;br /&gt;the place we were supposed to stay in was far from it...&lt;br /&gt;A small river..a couple of so called chalets...that looked like army cabins...&lt;br /&gt;toilets that reek...&lt;br /&gt;after putting our bags...&lt;br /&gt;we finaly knew what we were into..&lt;br /&gt;this isn't one of those camping trips ..it's far from it..&lt;br /&gt;it's boot camp!!!!!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing on all of our minds were ESCAPE.....RUN RUN RUN&lt;br /&gt;my guess was correct when we finally met our drill sergeant...&lt;br /&gt;the cliche&lt;br /&gt;chubby, sunglasses, knife, moustache and army hat and all..&lt;br /&gt;screaming at us....&lt;br /&gt;everytime we do something wrong,....&lt;br /&gt;boom..&lt;br /&gt;down 5 times...&lt;br /&gt; i dunno what izit called..&lt;br /&gt;but you cross your hands and pull your ears and go down and up...&lt;br /&gt;wow....&lt;br /&gt;and let me tell you..&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was filled with it...&lt;br /&gt;everytime...Turun lima!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then he goes ..&lt;br /&gt;satu....tak sama lagi skali....&lt;br /&gt;satu.....dua.....tiga......&lt;br /&gt;you get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had 6 meals a day...( had to use our hands)&lt;br /&gt;and only slept for 2 hours....( when i came home at 5;30 am....i slept non stop till monday morning 9&lt;br /&gt;yup...that's right...3am till 5am&lt;br /&gt;well.....i learnt alot from the camp actually..\&lt;br /&gt;i became more responsible, less selfish, teamwork, fairness, and the best of all...friendship..&lt;br /&gt;to tell ytou the truth...&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything to do that again,&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to leisure mall...at 1&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Congkak'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-3229738183682834699</id><published>2008-11-07T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:32:04.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>owkay...&lt;br /&gt;a couple more days till school's done for the year...&lt;br /&gt;alrite!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't planning to go to school today..but because of Kok Ming and his "i'm not forcing you, you don't want also can" line...&lt;br /&gt;looks like i'm going...&lt;br /&gt;actually the reason i wanted to ponteng is because of this Kursus Kenegaraan..&lt;br /&gt;aiya...don't let me get started...&lt;br /&gt;first...Pn Rozita comes outta the blue and chooses me to participate along with chow...and she adds...Wajib&lt;br /&gt;here are the terms of events yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;i arrive at school with Chee Han...&lt;br /&gt;half an hour late for the kursus thing...&lt;br /&gt;before i head to the kursus which is located at pusat sumber 2...or what i call it..&lt;br /&gt;a room with only one functioning air cond and a tape and vcd player!&lt;br /&gt;c'mon...vcds?&lt;br /&gt;outdated man...&lt;br /&gt;well...so...i head to my usual spot before going to the pit of boredom...&lt;br /&gt;and look whose there...&lt;br /&gt;Kok Ming, Kwok Han, Brandon&lt;br /&gt;i ask them for my partner, Chow...&lt;br /&gt;Kok ming said he was already there...&lt;br /&gt;so there is where i went next...&lt;br /&gt;and surprise surprise, Chow wasn't there...&lt;br /&gt;so..anyway..i stupidly signed my name..to register..&lt;br /&gt;they gave me a file and sat next to Razneil...and if that wasn't bad enuff..&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought it was one of those a couple of hours talks about our country\&lt;br /&gt;was i wrong or what...&lt;br /&gt;there was a timetable for our bore fest...&lt;br /&gt;there will be 5 ++ talks..and every one of them will be about the rukun negara..&lt;br /&gt;fuyoh...&lt;br /&gt;it was going on for the whole day and the day after that...&lt;br /&gt;so, like any good 2 Amanah student would do,&lt;br /&gt;I RAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i just took my bag and *zoom!!!*&lt;br /&gt;made like a banana and splitted...oh yeah...Chow already came when i decided to become a fugitive, so, he was my accomplice...&lt;br /&gt;well..to make a story short...i got caught i mean we...as in four...well..Luqman and Nazmi decided to follow us as well...&lt;br /&gt;as we were high fiving and laughing along, Pn Rozita came into the class and apprehended us...&lt;br /&gt;all four of us  took the walk of shame back&lt;br /&gt;to make another story short...&lt;br /&gt;we ran again...lol...&lt;br /&gt;but we decided to make it more strategic...but i think the being the only two chinese boys there..&lt;br /&gt;our disappearance will be very obvious..&lt;br /&gt;anyway...we waited for a little distraction...and we sneaked out..one by one...Chow first...&lt;br /&gt;then me, the rest later....&lt;br /&gt;wow, did i run!..&lt;br /&gt;luckily, it was recess, so i dashed to the canteen as fast as i could just in case if there was anyone following me...&lt;br /&gt;i got surprised looks from Dharashini and Yuet Lee as i ran past them...&lt;br /&gt;you know...as i was making my getaway..a song was played in my head...&lt;br /&gt;Check Yes Juliet..haha&lt;br /&gt;run baby run, don't ever look baack&lt;br /&gt;well, after that, we were never caught and we had a wonderful PJ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..that was my experience being a criminal on the run&lt;br /&gt;but i ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;was that the right thing to do..&lt;br /&gt;YES...&lt;br /&gt;not an ounce of guilt,&lt;br /&gt;no regret,&lt;br /&gt;(though, i lost my chance of getting a sijil but so what?)&lt;br /&gt;last days of school shouldn't be spent listening to some teacher talk about our Rukun Negara...&lt;br /&gt;it should be getting wonderful memories to reminisce with whenever you feel bored or have nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;i watched Heroes yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;awesome!..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm getting that confused but wanting more feeling whenever i watch it...&lt;br /&gt;every episode will end in either a confusing way or a i need to know what happens to ______ way...&lt;br /&gt;well..this time it ended in both....&lt;br /&gt;are Peter and Sylar brothers?&lt;br /&gt;how will Hiro get the half of the formula that could destroy the world back?&lt;br /&gt;why is Linderman back from the dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suspense that lasts a whole week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-3229738183682834699?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3229738183682834699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=3229738183682834699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/3229738183682834699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/3229738183682834699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/11/owkay.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-2041052079556166498</id><published>2008-11-04T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:11:19.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are over....and, i'm bored...nope i still haven't found anything to do yet, i'm just watching movies my mom bought, i finished Saw 3....&lt;br /&gt;actually, it wasn't scary, just disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;lots of screaming and blood....&lt;br /&gt;weell, Jia Wei's off to Taiwan today,&lt;br /&gt;sad...hopefully he remembers to bring me Jolins bra...&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei, i'm counting on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, school's a bore, our lousy pengetua (i'd prefered the pengetua before her)&lt;br /&gt;she gives us school holiday homework and asks us to do it at school...&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, what's with that??&lt;br /&gt;doesn't she understand that after exams are meant for enjoying your time left in this school,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad your school is.&lt;br /&gt;i'm been bringing cards and chess...&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly, it can fill our day of nothingtodoness....&lt;br /&gt;but it depends on the teacher...&lt;br /&gt;some of them are understanding and not so tight, so they don't bother us ( you see, our pengetua bans games of any sort )&lt;br /&gt;while other teachers, who are blahdy slaves to their work..zvknj.bdkjlfbdaadbulfilbuiaerq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i was pounding the keyboard..&lt;br /&gt;so..eventhough some teachers go "nak saya rampas ke?" or " eh! keep!KEEP!"&lt;br /&gt;we try to play secretly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me ask you.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever tried strip poker under your Sejarah teacher's nose...&lt;br /&gt;welll....&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-2041052079556166498?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2041052079556166498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=2041052079556166498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2041052079556166498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2041052079556166498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/11/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-559189137740934591</id><published>2008-10-31T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEBLOODYDOOR</title><content type='html'>hey,&lt;br /&gt;i've been checking out youtube&lt;br /&gt;and i came across this...&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna tell much about it, you have to see it yourself...kinda crappy but i like it..&lt;br /&gt;does that make me crappy too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDly0jnXghY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sDly0jnXghY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;here's the so called haunted video..&lt;br /&gt;just for you information..&lt;br /&gt;i haven't watched it fully yet...&lt;br /&gt;it was early in the vid and suddenly i had this strange headache..&lt;br /&gt;freaky huh?&lt;br /&gt;i stopped immediately&lt;br /&gt;tell me if you died or anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nK-ZCktDw54&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nK-ZCktDw54&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-559189137740934591?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/559189137740934591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=559189137740934591&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/559189137740934591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/559189137740934591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/10/thebloodydoor.html' title='THEBLOODYDOOR'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-8293456397067482483</id><published>2008-10-28T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:35:59.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, my exams are almost over,&lt;br /&gt;it was easy overall.&lt;br /&gt;all that's left are seni and sivik which is tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post exam boredom has already started and lemme tell ya,&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored! i need something to do!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored, i'd get bored of being bored&lt;br /&gt;well, will try desperately to find something to do. even if it's studying. nah take that back.&lt;br /&gt;song writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an hour till school, i'm suspecting only half the class will be there&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry...i have nothing to talk about,&lt;br /&gt;my posts are starting to sound like those radio news stations.&lt;br /&gt;one by one, first news, second news..&lt;br /&gt;it's just that my heads not working it's best.....&lt;br /&gt;don't you ever have those typa days, where your mind is blur and your thoughts are blank....&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll recover, so till i have  something better to write..&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4479926529585220757</id><published>2008-10-19T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:53:59.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EARTH!!!</title><content type='html'>hello...bloggy...&lt;br /&gt;if your wondering, the studying is alrite for me.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the day, but i get this feeling that i'm not prepared..&lt;br /&gt;why is that? it's kinda a first for me...&lt;br /&gt;so, tomorrow i'm going to school early to study..&lt;br /&gt;yes! i said that..&lt;br /&gt;i, CKJ just said that HE is going to school EARLY to STUDY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, speaking about studies, lemme tell you bout something,&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my sejarah folio, and it's blahdy thick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLIO'S ARE A FREAKING WASTE OF TIME AND PAPER...&lt;br /&gt;think about the trees...&lt;br /&gt;let us get our marks from the exams and exams only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah...&lt;br /&gt;since we're on the topic of the enviroment.&lt;br /&gt;there's people who don't care about it and there's my mom...&lt;br /&gt;she is what cha call it,&lt;br /&gt;enviromently unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;it was throwing junk away time and i told her about seperating my junk to be thrown away..&lt;br /&gt;she just scolds me, saying,&lt;br /&gt;just do it...&lt;br /&gt;Also...once at the supermarket, i had to carry some juice and milk..&lt;br /&gt;she asked for a double bag, i told her no need, think about the enviroment,&lt;br /&gt;she just look at me we here 'are you kidding me?' looks..&lt;br /&gt;this type of people really tick me off, they don't care what happens to the place we live in, The Earth...because they'll be leaving if you know what i mean..&lt;br /&gt;all they ever care about is their pay checks..&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;you should know, i'm quite a green guy...&lt;br /&gt;hey...i don't mean that green!&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i have a knack of forgeting to turn off stuff, fan, lights, water etc&lt;br /&gt;but, nevertheless..&lt;br /&gt;my heart is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;green as a patch of moss on the side of a fish tank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...looks like it's up to us teenagers to save the Earth...&lt;br /&gt;never waste, and always recycle.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='EARTH!!!'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5730230464142517141</id><published>2008-10-16T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:13:56.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COVER</title><content type='html'>i remember telling you about doing a cover with boon..did i?&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember,&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;the problem is that we keep changing the song...&lt;br /&gt;so, what are we doing now you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Fall For You, Secondhand Serenade...&lt;br /&gt;you know how much things change,&lt;br /&gt;At first, i wanted to be a rapper...&lt;br /&gt;then a rockstar...&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm doing this...&lt;br /&gt;i'm just experimenting on different genres...&lt;br /&gt;well, there's one i always wanted to try, but it's hard for me...&lt;br /&gt;chinese songs, but it's unjust for to consider them as a genre..sorry..&lt;br /&gt;future maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..okay back to the cover...&lt;br /&gt;why do they call it covers anyway?&lt;br /&gt;so.. boon'll be on his guitar&lt;br /&gt;And me.......i think i'm on piano..&lt;br /&gt;yup my trusty but old piano...&lt;br /&gt;we can't bring in our drummer yet, Adi&lt;br /&gt;cuz no space, and we've never done anything like this before...&lt;br /&gt;we still have one problem,&lt;br /&gt;camera?&lt;br /&gt;we have nothing to record well...except my crappy built in 1.3megapixel web cam...&lt;br /&gt;BOon...&lt;br /&gt;you got?&lt;div 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title='COVER'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-135980399304690495</id><published>2008-10-16T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:44:34.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Chou</title><content type='html'>hey...last night..Kok Ming sent me a Jay Chou song....&lt;br /&gt;which is something new for me, cause i'm a english song typa guy...&lt;br /&gt;but when i heard it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was so nice i almost cried!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;wow..&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to it over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;too bad i don't know the title,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know Jay Chou was this great...&lt;br /&gt;uhh, did i offend anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can picture you guys having a "duh" expression right now.&lt;br /&gt;thinking, "what the heck?! NOw only know!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-135980399304690495?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/135980399304690495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=135980399304690495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/135980399304690495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/135980399304690495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/10/jay-chou.html' title='Jay Chou'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6069362429316253340</id><published>2008-10-15T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLd BLog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HEy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; noticed people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refering&lt;/span&gt; to this as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KJ's&lt;/span&gt; old blog...&lt;br /&gt;time to set things straight, this is not my old blog..&lt;br /&gt;it may be untouched and dusty(kinda), but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;old?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and..ohyeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's time to turn up those speakers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i would like for you guys to meet this band...i found it on MTV...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DEATHMETAL !!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1i_72iKvbtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1i_72iKvbtI&amp;hl=en&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;br /&gt;hey,,not bad ok...&lt;br /&gt;just get used to the screaming...that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6069362429316253340?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6069362429316253340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=6069362429316253340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6069362429316253340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6069362429316253340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-blog.html' title='OLd BLog'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6615451662036972862</id><published>2008-10-13T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>could my dad know about this blog...&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;i could have sworn that he was giving me hints...&lt;br /&gt;uhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;hey..guys...&lt;br /&gt;and girls and whoever reading this..&lt;br /&gt;my name is Chai Kean Jun&lt;br /&gt;yup..CKJ...&lt;br /&gt;i'm from SMK Sri Mutiara.....&lt;br /&gt;i'm 16 years old and i live in Taman Midah..&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;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;you think that'll throw him off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6615451662036972862?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6375654774987671351</id><published>2008-10-13T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:16:43.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;just finished weeding .again.&lt;br /&gt;wow...you know..&lt;br /&gt;when i was studying in my room...&lt;br /&gt;i taught.."it's so darn boring, i'd do anything other than this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after an hour downstairs in the garden,&lt;br /&gt;it makes you think twice and appreciate how nice it is studying in your cosy room....&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt;dark clowds are manifesting above me...&lt;br /&gt;time to take in the clothes&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-955844935103400474</id><published>2008-10-13T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:28:59.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh............&lt;br /&gt;i've haven't been updating you for a while huh bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;you see..&lt;br /&gt;it's the time of all times..&lt;br /&gt;so powerful it can make every teenager groan upon hearing it&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming!..*there should be some thunder and lightning in the background..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..no more blogging for a while...&lt;br /&gt;hey...you ever notice..&lt;br /&gt;we learn and learn and study and study.&lt;br /&gt;and for what?&lt;br /&gt;exams...&lt;br /&gt;that's why i've been thinking..&lt;br /&gt;we spend almost a year at school.&lt;br /&gt;so that we will know which blank we should blacken&lt;br /&gt;and which essay should be written..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point of your life when you become a teenager is when you ask yourself...&lt;br /&gt;"why do i go to school for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like we're gonna need the skills we learn when we grow up (KH and basic Math can be an exception)&lt;br /&gt;but..please....never ever follow the path of a high school drop out......&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;well..loook at the time...&lt;br /&gt;gotta go crack the books......&lt;br /&gt;buh bye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4787329935381461738</id><published>2008-10-03T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:41:53.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloggy...guess what? i'm going to Awana at Genting....again&lt;br /&gt;well..sigh...i wonder..why don't i feel excited....&lt;br /&gt;My mom just told me this morning...we're leaving at lunch time and it's for a night's stay...&lt;br /&gt;but when she told me...i was expressionless...with nothing to say and giving her that 'uhuh' face..&lt;br /&gt;is something wrong with me....i must put this into my serious thinking list..&lt;br /&gt;think think think...&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm trying to bright side it..&lt;br /&gt;Cold weather, gorgeous tourist alike, food..&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since we last went there..maybe there might be new stuff...&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know...&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeellllllll&lt;br /&gt;see you tomorrow, i think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4787329935381461738?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4787329935381461738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5908078394277943943</id><published>2008-10-02T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;     To all visitors that came to my house at Fresh Hill ,30th September 2008...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   As hotel manager, I would like to apologise to any party whom did not like the visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there were any circumstance where it (the visit lar!) did not meet to your expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please drop off a comment to complain/compliment about it(the visit, how many times huh?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it isn't much of a burden, please do copy the following, fill it and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paste it as a comment on this post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yours truly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CKJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;manager, Hotel CKJ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fresh Hill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ambiance&lt;/strong&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;/10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cleanliness          (  /10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entertainment    (  /10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food and drinks (  /10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music                    (  /10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toilet?                   (  /10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Comfort                (  /10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.Was this your first visit and if so would you come again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.How did you find out about this place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.Was my internet connection slow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Did Milo and Ice lemon tea mixed together tasted good? (Kok Ming)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Can i keep your pick? (Boon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Was my piano really out of tune? (Eddie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Any suggestions of improving?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5908078394277943943?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5908078394277943943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5908078394277943943&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5908078394277943943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>why is it whenever i post it rains....haha...&lt;br /&gt;i'm playing crappy games and my sisters are watching Death NOte..&lt;br /&gt;what a way start off the hols huh?&lt;br /&gt;well..at least i got more time to practice my guitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no!...L is dead?!!!&lt;br /&gt;always hated him anyway...&lt;br /&gt;actually...if you were given the death note who would you right in it first?..&lt;br /&gt;oookay, lets just ignore i said that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been..so busy lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with homework  and all...&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...since our BI teacher gave birth to a baby (sex unknown) recently...&lt;br /&gt;she got two months off...&lt;br /&gt;and now we have this sub...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Firdaus...&lt;br /&gt;oklar...not bad i say..always looking forward to his classes..&lt;br /&gt;first day he comes in and then acts all tough and all that..&lt;br /&gt;but i think he's a good guy underneath it all...&lt;br /&gt;but it only looks like me and jia wei are the only ones who think this way..&lt;br /&gt;everyone else is scared stiff...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, speaking about jia wei...&lt;br /&gt;wow....we have lots in common...&lt;br /&gt;from school to girls...&lt;br /&gt;he's like my long lost twin brother..&lt;br /&gt;well...now..in English class...&lt;br /&gt;the whole class's so darn quiet...&lt;br /&gt;it's so quiet that you can actually hear a masterly concealed fart...&lt;br /&gt;yeah...it's so darn freaky&lt;br /&gt;well..at least he  didn't give us any raya homework&lt;br /&gt;he just told us our experince during the hols..&lt;br /&gt;which is what we have blogs for right...that's all c'min from me..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still bored bored...&lt;br /&gt;it's 4.19 and i'm still in my pyjamas licking a spoon full of peanut butter..&lt;br /&gt;got to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;kok ming too&lt;br /&gt;well...to tell ye the truth...it's kinda awkward doing this here....&lt;br /&gt;with everyone looking over my shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;i think it's because of all that bloggin in the nude..&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;gtg...&lt;br /&gt;ohya...&lt;br /&gt;turd = shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-7484266761715488590?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7484266761715488590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=7484266761715488590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUY8iT525yQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUY8iT525yQ&amp;hl=en&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;i know...&lt;br /&gt;you might all think&lt;br /&gt;wow i thought you were only into rap and rock...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;i like listening to new genres...&lt;br /&gt;just so you know...&lt;br /&gt;ohya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also planning to do the same as her when i'm 16 or something..&lt;br /&gt;use youtube as a music career start...&lt;br /&gt;but i got something that's bothering me...ain't that big..&lt;br /&gt;but i can't figure out a name for me and boon..&lt;br /&gt;suggestions anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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popped up and bit me in the sorry ass.....&lt;br /&gt;FYI...it's a sejarah one...which really brings down the PITA rating...cause i'm always learning new things from Sejarah....&lt;br /&gt;oh,,what's PITA you ask...&lt;br /&gt;PAIN IN THE ASS...&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really that sad....at least we can use computers...&lt;br /&gt;whoa...what a relief...a weight lifted off your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;but..i always wondered...why...do we need to do these...&lt;br /&gt;WHY!!!!!!!!!??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;everytime..folio this folio that...&lt;br /&gt;you know...since we have to do adat perkhwinan...&lt;br /&gt;why can't i do it on gay marriages...&lt;br /&gt;lemme..try to picture it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adat perkhawinan di malaysia -&lt;br /&gt;Homoseksual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disediakan oleh : Chua ken jin ( dipenjarakan )&lt;br /&gt;dari : cell block 301, Pudu Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoohh...better not.....&lt;br /&gt;speaking bout that..&lt;br /&gt;I was listening the radio...&lt;br /&gt;and heard the I kissed a girl...&lt;br /&gt;i know that being in Malaysia...that the censorship is sangat ketat..&lt;br /&gt;but c'mon...&lt;br /&gt;"i kissed (blank)"&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with girls  kissing girls...&lt;br /&gt;okay okay..missing the point here...&lt;br /&gt;we want know what the singer is trying to tell us...&lt;br /&gt;not confusing blipped messages...&lt;br /&gt;but..i've been thinking..what if i the Jonas Brothers...singing..&lt;br /&gt;"i kissed a  boy and i liked it"&lt;br /&gt;eww...&lt;br /&gt;but i still think it's unnecessary...&lt;br /&gt;but..hey..i'll try to not to be so critical to the goverment for that matter...&lt;br /&gt;i know that they're keeping a watchful eye on us bloggers young or old...&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;lets change the subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turtles...alrite...&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to change my indoor aquariumed turtles..&lt;br /&gt;to out doors...&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth...&lt;br /&gt;it sucks...&lt;br /&gt;before changing...&lt;br /&gt;i would always grab a stool and observe them from the side of the tank..but now...&lt;br /&gt;i can only see them from above...&lt;br /&gt;but the good part is that they're finally more happier and active...&lt;br /&gt;most probably it's because of the sun light....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that...oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;i won the essay competition for the hari kemerdekaan thing...&lt;br /&gt;strangely enough..i wasn't planning to win....&lt;br /&gt;the title was...how i would plan my merdeka celebrations...&lt;br /&gt;what a snore...&lt;br /&gt;so...what did i write?..&lt;br /&gt;i told them the truth...&lt;br /&gt;to absorb rays from the TV and Computer all day...&lt;br /&gt;and you call that patriotic?...&lt;br /&gt;well....at least i got a cool compass....&lt;br /&gt;now i have two cool compasses...the other one was from another competition which i sort of cheated...not really...more of exchange answers....c'mon..i get one you get one...nobody loses...&lt;br /&gt;ooh...better continue my folio...must try to look busy or else my dad will come in and throw  me out....&lt;br /&gt;hey...man of the house can use the computer whenever he wants&lt;br /&gt;bb bloggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-3345570532890259580?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3345570532890259580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=3345570532890259580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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please..oh rain already!...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...we got what we wished for.....rain and rain till we become insane....&lt;br /&gt;woohoo....but if you asked me...i'd prefer the raining season....cause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my most ultimate never failing favourite part are all the cool nights  when you tuck in to bed..and feel the cool sheets.....sigh....you can always count on that to make you sleep right away.....hey! i'm going upstairs right now.....&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;okay...back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. uh..i don't need to water the plants...( but my turtles aren't feeling as great as the plants...they're cold blooded so they need heat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My female one.. i have two turtles...just recovered from a cold...strange huh..turtles catching colds...well....it all started when i noticed it or her eyes not opening....appetite disappeared..&lt;br /&gt;till now she's not eating..i wonder why....i'm hoping that she'll get better soon...or else my dad will take (both of them) to the lake and throw them there...cruel!!!&lt;br /&gt;well..at least the other one is eating...it really likes ikan bilis....at first i didn't know that turtles eat fish...&lt;br /&gt;that explains that time when i mixed the turtles and fishes together...&lt;br /&gt;day by day....one by one the fishes disappeared..i was &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;flabbergasted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;why the hell are my texts highlighted in yellow?!@??!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;stupid spell check....i hope this doesn't show when i post it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;well..i'll try to ingore it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;well...i was looking for a reason for the disappearing fishes...that's when i looked at the turtles..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;staring at me and then hiding..in their rock house...at that time...it was like..nah..that can't be right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;but now..i know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i feel more alive and awake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know...i wish it would rain everyday...except on mondays and thursdays....that's when i have my PJ!....of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh rain, why do you drop,&lt;br /&gt;can't you just there up in the skies and the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;instead, you bring us gloom,&lt;br /&gt;and the ants..they get their doom,&lt;br /&gt;but to the flowers, they say yay!&lt;br /&gt;but still..too much can ruin their day,&lt;br /&gt;see what you have done,&lt;br /&gt;see what happens when there ain't no sun&lt;br /&gt;you leave a bored poet with no much fun,&lt;br /&gt;Typing his ass out on this blog,&lt;br /&gt;his turtles, lying on a log,&lt;br /&gt;Creating this poem for all to see,&lt;br /&gt;then he thinks, hey what's on TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG I'M OFF TO THE TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-3309014146671905602?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3309014146671905602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-3964604878333728052</id><published>2008-09-05T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lefties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SME9Wjkd2OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fJQmoUuFbPI/s1600-h/club_anim.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242538898950576354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SME9Wjkd2OI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fJQmoUuFbPI/s320/club_anim.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha....lefties...the lonesome and never cared about minority in a world filled with right handers....as some of you guys know....&lt;br /&gt;i'm a left hander....yup...always getting the smart but messy and clumsy crap....&lt;br /&gt;here's all about a leftie in a nutshell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...lefties are probably the same with righties...but to everyone...right is right!&lt;br /&gt;(did you know? 8 to 10% of the world's population are left handed...kinda shocking actually...&lt;br /&gt;but hey..i always liked being strange)&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese, left pronounced also sounds like improper...haha.....&lt;br /&gt;i've searched it on wiki and found out the difference in the head of the two...&lt;br /&gt;lets say there's a box of popcorn...&lt;br /&gt;1000 pops and only one of them is blue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a right hander would take one by one and analyze it...&lt;br /&gt;A leftie would pour the popcorn on a surface and look for the blue one...&lt;br /&gt;so to make a long story short....i righthander will finish a task before doing another&lt;br /&gt;and a lefhander will do more stuff simultaneously....&lt;br /&gt;it's a little like my square and circle prodigy...&lt;br /&gt;well,,,here are some of the problems lefties face.....&lt;br /&gt;for one...sciccors will be tough to use......so as knives..trust me...i have the same problem...&lt;br /&gt;we'll never know how to play golf, hockey, etc..&lt;br /&gt;some electronics are also meant for the right...&lt;br /&gt;for example....the keyboard and mouse...i can never aim properly on Counter Strike&lt;br /&gt;video games are also a problem...(their controllers)&lt;br /&gt;we can never have a fair game of arm wrestling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm lets see...what else..&lt;br /&gt;ahh..alot of things in life are made for rights..but..i'm coping...(tell me more right hander stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..yeah....musical instruments are also for rights like guitar...but i play it the normal way...right handed style...( you know? there's a left handed piano..that's so darn kewl.... it's octave goes higher from right to left...but playing it would have been hard...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..the reason i'm clumsy and messy in life is because i'm a leftie...wow...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm ain't complaining..&lt;br /&gt;i like it the "i see things differently" thing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some famous left handers&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;Rafael Nadal&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so long rights and lefts...lets shake on it...&lt;br /&gt;with both hands of course&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-3964604878333728052?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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was foong's idea....so...there were we...walking under the rain like a bunch of retards..never caring about the rude stares..&lt;br /&gt;well.....it was great actually...feeling the cooling drops on my skin..pitter patter pitter patter..&lt;br /&gt;wah....it was just so darn heavenly!!!&lt;br /&gt;if only i sang 'raindrops are falling on my head'&lt;br /&gt;you know like they say...just stop and smell the roses...&lt;br /&gt;carefree is for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i chased the moving van....i finally got in....&lt;br /&gt;surprised everyone...you know...you should try it.....&lt;br /&gt;soaking wet from hair to shoes...and sitting in a van with the air con in full blast....&lt;br /&gt;but i tahaned it....&lt;br /&gt;As it reached my house...i got off and found out that my keys weren't with me..&lt;br /&gt;SO, i climbed over..what else huh?&lt;br /&gt;went in and took a nice warm bath.....after that..i ate my dinner and now...here i am...&lt;br /&gt;typing on the laptop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...i'm homealone with grandma sleeping and my parents somewhere on Pavillion...&lt;br /&gt;they had leave early this time around so i couldn't follow them...too bad...&lt;br /&gt;Well..anyhow...at least i can do my work....blogging doesn't count does it?&lt;br /&gt;my sejarah folio is sort of 30% done?&lt;br /&gt;lets just put homework aside 1st shall we...don't worry..i'll do it later..i promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got number 14(which is quite low but anyhow i'm still happy) in class for the test....77%...to me it was okay..but my parents thought differently...,what's wrong with 6A1D?!..&lt;br /&gt;yup...i got a D for BM....53 marks.....you wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;it's all because of my folio..yup..you see,&lt;br /&gt;i sort of didn't do it..so 20marks down the drain..*flush*...&lt;br /&gt;you know..i noticed......everyone focuses on the D..and not the 6 As...&lt;br /&gt;too eyecatching i guess..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well  got to go...homework's calling...&lt;br /&gt;Shuddup already ok?i heard ya the first time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-2207585297696290350?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2207585297696290350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=2207585297696290350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2207585297696290350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2207585297696290350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/09/rain-rain-rain.html' title='rain rain rain'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-3105185629183732518</id><published>2008-09-05T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adat perkhawinan cina</title><content type='html'>hey..i'm putting this up on my blog so i can print it..i lost the original site so i'm using my blog as a medium...&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Amiruddin..... apa khabar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u guys want it..you can have it too....i got it from another dudes blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pengenalan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perkahwinan dalam masyarakat Cina merupakan satu titik tolak yang membawa perubahan besar dalam kehidupan mereka. Perkahwinan penting untuk mengekalkan institusi keluarga dan melaluinya keturunan nenek moyang dapat diteruskan daripada satu generasi kepada generasi yang lain. Dalam masyarakat Cina, sesuatu perkahwinan itu dirancang dan diatur sebaik-baiknya. Mengikut kepercayaan mereka juga, pasangan yang berkahwin tanpa mengikut aturan adat dianggap tidak sah. Terdapat dua bentuk perkahwinan yang diamalkan oleh mereka iaitu eksplisit iaitu perkahwinan yang diatur samada oleh ibu bapa atau orang tengah (moi-ngin) dan implisit iaitu perkahwinan di mana kedua-dua lelaki dan perempuan diberi kebebasan untuk memilih pasangan masing-masing. Pada asasnya adat resam perkahwiwan masyarakat Cina merangkumi peringkat merisik, meminang, bertunang dan majlis perkahwinan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merisik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adat merisikdijalankan untuk mengetahui latar belakang gadis yang dihajati. Masyarakat Cina terlalu mengambil berat tentang nama , keturunan, peribadi, watak dan tingkah laku si gadis. Ciri-ciri ini penting untuk mewujudkan perkahwinan yang berkekalan. Cara merisik terpulang kepada ibu bapa kerana pada lazimnya ibu bapa pihak lelaki akan menanyakan kenalan dan rakan taulan yang kenal dengan keluarga si gadis. Sebahagian masyarakat Cina lebih gemar mengadakan perbincangan tersebut di restoran-restoran dengan disertai saudara mara lain. Tradisi makan bersama ini amat penting dalam masyarakat Cina kerana ia dapat mengeratkan perhubungan di antara kedua belah keluarga. Perbincangan ketika merisik adalah berkenaan perkara-perkara umum terutama tentang latar belakang keluarga dan asal keturunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meminang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kedua-dua pihak berpuas hati dengan latar belakang keluarga masing-masing adat meminang akan dijalankan. Seorang wakil dipilih untuk berkunjung ke rumah si gadis bagi membincangkan perkara-perkara berkaitan perkahwinan. Ibu pengantin pengantin perempuan pula akan berbincang dengan wakil tersebut berkenaan jumlah mas kahwin, peruntukan meja dalam jamuan makan dan memilih hari yang paling sesuai. Pihak lelaki tidak akan tawar menawar kerana bimbang akan menjatuhkan maruah. Segala ketetapan yang telah dipersetujui, diberitahu kepada kedua ibu bapa pihak lelaki. Ibu bapa pihak lelaki akan berbincang dengan anaknya untuk menyediakan segala permintaan daripada pihak perempuan.. Setelah kedua-dua pihak sudah saling mengenal dan bersetuju untuk berkahwin, barulah adat bertunang dijalankan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bertunang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari pertunangan dilakukan berdasarkan kalendar Cina dan ia hendaklah bersesuaian dengan bintang kelahiran kedua pasangan tersebut. Khidmat tukang tilik digunakan untuk penetapan tarikh tersebut berpandukan kepada sebuah buku iaitu Toong-Su. Ini penting kerana jika dilakukan pada waktu yang tidak sesuai dipercayai akan ditimpa bencana dan perkahwinan akan menghalami kegagalan. Pada masa inilah bakal pengantin lelaki berkunjung ke rumah perempuan untuk menunaikan permintaan. Upacara bertukar cincin dilakukan mengikut masa yang ditetapkan . cincin disarung di jari manis kiri oleh kedua-dua bakal pengantin sehingga hari perkahwinan. Bagi membukitkan persetujuan, gadis berkenaan akan menyerahkan sekeping kertas merah atau nyen-sang yang tertulis nama gadis, umur dan tarikh lahirnya yang didapati daripada tukang tilik. Setelah nyen-sang diterima, pihak lelaki akan mengadakan persediaan. Nyen-sang kepunyaan si gadis pula akan diberi kepada tukang tilik bersama-sama maklumat yang sama tentang dirinya. Tukang tilik akan menghitung hari dan masa yang sesuai berdasarkan kedua-dua nyen-sang dan dicatat pada sehelai kertas merah yang dinamakan nyik-kor. Ketika menentukan hari yang sesuai, tukang tilik membuat ramalan berdasarkan tahun kelahiran kedua pasangan. Setelah mendapat tarikh dan masa yang sesuai, tukang tilik akan menyediakan dua keping nyik-kor dan diberikan kepada lelaki dan perempuan yang hendak berkahwin. Nyik-kor tersebut mengandungi peraturan-peraturan dan adat-adat yang perlu diikuti oleh kedua bakal pengantin merangkumi adat-adat tertentu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hantaran dan mas kahwin lazimnya diberi semasa upacara bertukar cincin perkahwinan atau pada hari lain seperti hari istiadat perkahwinan yang diadakan di Pejabat Pendaftaran Perkahwinan. Di antara hantarannya ialah sebentuk cincin emas, sepersalinan pakaian, kain dan wang tunai. Sekiranya pihak lelaki tidak menyediakan barang hantaran yang cukup kepada pengantin perempuan, sejumlah besar wang tunai akan diberi. Beserta dengan penghantaran mas kahwin, keluarga pengantin perempuan diberitahu tarikh perkahwinan dan rundingan akan dibuat dengan pengantin perempuan. Dalam masyarkat Cina, semakin besar mas kahwin yang diberikan, semakin tinggi martabat dan kedudukan pihak lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Majlis Perkahwinan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari perkahwinan akan dilangsungkan setelah setahun bertunang atau mengikut tempoh yang dipersetujui oleh kedua belah pihak. Sebelum tiba hari perkahwinan sekiranya terdapat kematian di kalangan ahli keluarga bakal pengantin, perkahwinan itu mesti ditangguhkan pada tahun hadapan ataupun selama seratus hari. Adalah tidak manis mengadakan perkahwinan sewaktu orang lain sedang berkabung kesedihan. Pada hari perkahwinan tersebut pengantin perempuan dan lelaki dihias indah. Masyarakat Cina pada masa dahulu memakai pakaian pengantin yang diperbuat daripada kain sutera dan disulam benang emas. Kemudian setiap pakaian dihias dengan pelbagai aksesori. Baju pengantin sebaik-baiknya bewarna putih, merah atau kuning. Adalah dilarang memakai baju hitam, biru dan kelabu kerana dipercayai warna-warna tersebut melambangkan kematian dan kesedihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perkahwinan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masyarakat Cina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seterusnya pengantin lelaki akan bertandang ke rumah pengantin perempuan dan pada masa itulah pengantin lelaki dan perempuan akan duduk bersama buat kali pertama. Mereka akan diiringi oleh pengiring masing-masing. Seterusnya pasangan pengantin akan didudukkan di atas pelamin yang telah disediakan di ruang tamu. Selepas acara bersanding, pasangan pengantin akan dibawa bertemu ahli keluarga masing-masing. Pengantin lelaki akan memperkenalkan keluarga dan sauadara maranya kepada isterinya dan ini begitulah sebaliknya di samping itu juga kedua pengantin akan meminta restu daripada keluarga mertua masing-masing. Dalam masyarakat Cina juga, upacara meminum teh sangat penting dan masih diamalkan. Ia merupakan tradisi masyarakat Cina yang mempunyai maksud yang tersendiri. Adat ini melambangkan penerimaan pasangan pengantin terutamanya si isteri dalam keluarga si suami di samping bertujuan untuk mengeratkan hubungan kekeluargaan. Dalam upacara ini pasangan pengantin akan memberi teh yang disediakan kepada saudara mara pihak lelaki. Walau bagaimanapun adat bersanding dan upacara minum teh ini sudah kurang diamalkan oleh masyarakat Cina hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemuncak upacara perkahwinan masyarakat Cina ialah pada sebelah malam iaitu jamuan makan. Jamuan makan ini diadakan secara besar-besaran samada di rumah, dewan, atau restoran. Tetamu-tetamu yang datang akan membawa ang-pau sebagai hadiah kepada pasangan pengantin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada masa yang sama kedua pengantin akan cuba mengenali dan beramah mesra dengan ahli keluarga kedua belah pihak. Akhir sekali, sebagai bukti perkahwinan, pasangan pengantin akan menandatangani dua pucuk surat perkahwinan iaitu Keat Foon Ching Su di hadapan beberapa orang saksi.Pada hari ini masyarakat Cina kurang mengamalkan adat perkahwinan secara tradisi sebaliknya menjalankan perkahwinan secara sivil iaitu dengan mendaftarkan perkahwinan di gereja, terutamanya di kalangan mereka yang beragama Kristian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEONG SAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakaian ini dipakai oleh wanita berketurunan Cina. Biasanya dipakai pada upacara-upacara tertentu seperti majlis perkahwinan dan semasa Tahun Baru Cina. Tetapi kini, pakaian ini jarang dipakai oleh wanita Cina di Malaysia kerana mereka lebih gemar memakai pakaian fesyen negara barat. Cheongsam dikatakan berasal dari baju tradisional lelaki Cina yang labuh sampai ke kaki. Perkataan 'cheong sam' dalam dialek kantonis bermaksud 'baju labuh'. Cheongsam dipercayai mula diperkenalkan semenjak revolusi di Negera China pada tahun 1911.Baju ini asalnya labuh tetapi lama-kelamaan disingkatkan hingga ke paras lutut. Pada mulanya, kolar baju antara 3 hingga 4 cm sahaja tetapi kemudiannya ditinggikan sehingga menjadi 7 cm. Cheongsam dipakai ketat dan berbelah di kiri dan kanannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAMFOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samfoo membawa maksud 'baju dan seluar' dalam dialek Kantonis. Ia merupakan pakaian harian wanita keturunan Cina selain dari 'cheong sam'. Ia digemari oleh wanita-wanita separuh umur dan yang bekerja di ladang, lombong atau di rumah. Samfoo diperbuat daripada kain nipis yang tidak bercorak atau berbunga halus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samfoo turut dipakai oleh lelaki berketurunan Cina tetapi mempunyai sedikit perbezaan dengan samfoo yang dipakai oleh wanita Cina. Pakaian ini terdiri daripada baju yang longgar dan terbelah di depan dan berkolar tinggi serta dipakai bersama seluar longgar seperti seluar baju Melayu. Pakaian ini biasanya diperbuat daripada kain lembut seperti kain sutera. Pakaian tradisional ini jarang sekali dipakai oleh lelaki berketurunan Cina di Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkahwinan Masyarakat Cina Bhg.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADAT SEBELUM PERKAHWINAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengikut kebudayaan Cina, perkahwinan merupakan penyatuan antara dua buah keluarga. Setelah bakal pengantin lelaki dan perempuan mengambil keputusan untuk melangsungkan perkahwinan, kedua-dua keluarga akan menyertainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari pertunangan, keluarga pihak lelaki akan memberikan "Hadiah Besar" kepada pihak keluarga perempuan. Ini adalah upacara formal bagi kedua-dua keluarga untuk mengiktiraf secara rasmi dan memberikan tanda persetujuan mereka terhadap perkahwinan yang bakal berlangsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hadiah Besar" yang diberikan ketika lamaran ini kebiasannya merupakan duit penanda yang dibalut dengan sampul bewarna merah dan beberapa barangan lain termasuk teh, "kek menambah kebahagiaan", sepasang binatang ternakan, manisan dan gula, arak serta tembakau. Duit penanda yang diberikan kebiasaannya berjumlah $99 atau $999 kerana nombor sembilan pada masyarakat Cina memberi erti berpanjangan. Teh merupakan hadiah yang paling penting kerana kedua-dua keluarga mendoakan pasangan terbabit mendapat keturunan yang ramai sebagaimana daun teh yang diberikan. Keseluruhan hadiah yang diberikan mestilah mempunyai nilai yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluarga pengantin perempuan akan mengagihkan "kek menambah kebahagiaan" kepada saudara-mara dan kawan-kawan mereka sebagai satu bentuk pengumuman. Namun, pada hari ini kedua-dua keluarga akan mengagihkan kek terbabit bersama-sama jemputan perkahwinan. Setelah itu, kedua-dua keluarga akan menumpukan kepada majlis perkahwinan yang bakal berlangsung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari sebelum hari perkahwinan, keluarga pengantin perempuan akan menghantar hantaran kepada keluarga pengantin lelaki atau rumah baru pasangan terbabit. Hantaran mestilah berbentuk keperluan harian untuk rumah baru pengantin seperti peralatan tempat tidur, kain linen dan set meja makan dan sebagainya. Ini merupakan peluang kepada keluarga pengantin perempuan untuk menunjukkan kasih sayang dan kekayaan mereka kepada anak mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluarga pengantin lelaki akan menjemput saudara-mara terdekat atau kawan untuk ke set katil pengantin di rumah baru tersebut. Di sebahagian tempat di China pada masa dahulu, budak lelaki yang belum berkahwin akan dijemput untuk tidur di atas katil pengantin pada malam sebelum hari perkahwinan bagi membawa kesuburan kepada pasangan yang baru berkahwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KELENGKAPAN PERKAHWINAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju Pengantin - Kebiasaannya warna merah dipilih bagi menggambarkan nasib yang baik. Mengikut kepercayaan masyarakat Cina, warna yang terang boleh menghalau roh-roh jahat daripada mendekati mereka. Pakaian tradisional pengantin di Utara China kebiasaannya berbentuk jubah yang dikenali Qi Pao. Pakaian ini akan disulam dengan benang emas dan perak. Pakaian pengantin perempuan di Selatan China pula memakai pakaian dua bahagian yang dikenali Qun Gua, Kwa atau Cheongsam yang juga disulam dengan jahitan berbentuk naga dan burung Pheonix. Pada masa dahulu, tudung bewarna merah akan dipakai oleh pengantin perempuan untuk menutupi mukanya sepanjang majlis perkahwinan berlangsung. Pengantin baru ini hanya akan melihat satu sama lain untuk kali pertama pada malam perkahwinan tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilin Naga dan Pheonix - Lilin bewarna merah yang diukir menyerupai naga dan burung Phoenix digunakan pada hari perkahwinan adalah untuk melambangkan penyatuan terhadap keluarga baru. Menurut kepercayaan masyarakat Cina, lilin ini akan digunakan pada malam perkahwinan bagi menghalau roh-roh jahat dengan cahayanya. Cahaya lilin ini turut menambahkan suasana romantik bagi pasangan pengantin berkenaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandatangan Kain - Kain ini akan dibentangkan di atas meja di pintu masuk, di mana tetamu akan menandatangan nama mereka dan menulis restu mereka. Kain yang disulam ini akan disimpan oleh pasangan pengantin sebagai kenangan seperti juga bunga dan baju pengantin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanda Kebahagiaan dan Sampul Merah - Tanda Kebahagian merupakan hiasan paling penting dalam majlis perkahwinan masyarakat Cina. Kebanyakannya diukir pada serpihan logam atau kertas dan kemudiannya akan ditampal pada pintu masuk rumah kedua-dua keluarga dan juga dibahagian meja jemputan. Potongan kecil tanda kebahagian ini turut dilekatkan pada kenderaan pengantin. Sampul merah akan digunakan pada setiap perayaan masyarakat Cina seperti majlis perkahwinan, Tahun Baru Cina dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PANTANG LARANG PERKAHWINAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada pertemuan semasa pertunangan, keluarga pengantin lelaki akan mempersembahkan seekor angsa hidup kepada keluarga pengantin perempuan. Walau bagaimanapun, keluarga pengantin perempuan tidak boleh membunuh angsa tersebut kerana ia mewakili pengantin perempuan berkenaan. Jika angsa tersebut tidak mengeluarkan bunyi bising ketika diserahkan kepada keluarga pengantin perempuan, ia menunjukkan bahawa pengantin lelaki mempunyai personaliti yang baik dan menarik. Jika sebaliknya, ia menunjukkan pengantin berkenaan mudah marah. Keluarga perempuan akan membiarkan angsa tersebut di kawasan tasik atau kolam di mana ia akan membesar dengan sendirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika pengantin lelaki datang untuk menjemput pengantin perempuan, kawan-kawan pengantin perempuan akan cuba menghalang pihak lelaki daripada memasuki bilik pengantin pada pagi hari perkahwinan tersebut. Ia merupakan satu permainan dikenali sebagai "Permainan Pintu Perkahwinan". Walau bagaimanapun pihak pengantin perempuan perlu memperuntukkan masa tertentu kerana upacara di rumah pengantin lelaki harus berjalan seperti yang telah dijadualkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila pengantin perempuan meninggalkan rumahnya dan menuju ke kenderaan pihak lelaki, dia harus memakai kasut yang biasa dipakainya kerana ia menggambarkan bahawa pengantin perempuan berkenaan tidak membawa sesuatu bersamanya walaupun nasib baik ibu bapanya.Apabila pengantin perempuan memasuki rumah pengantin lelaki, mentua dan kakak iparnya tidak seharusnya mengadap pintu memerhatikan pengantin perempuan masuk. Ini menurut kepercayaan masyarakat Cina bagi menghalang sebarang pertelingkahan pada masa akan datang. Selain itu, wanita yang mengandung dan orang yang baru kematian saudara-mara tidak boleh terlibat dengan majlis perkahwinan atau menyentuh pakaian pasangan pengantin dan sebagainya di rumah baru pasangan tersebut. Ini untuk mengelakkan sebarang perkara buruk daripada berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adat Perkahwinan Masyarakat Cina Bhg.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada pagi hari perkahwinan, upacara menghias rambut akan dijalankan ke atas pengantin perempuan. Wanita yang dianggap mempunyai nasib yang baik akan datang untuk menolong menghias rambut pengantin perempuan bersama-sama wanita yang masih mempunyai ibubapa, suami isteri dan anak-anak mereka. Wanita-wanita ini akan mengucapkan kata-kata yang baik ketika mengikat sanggul pengantin perempuan dalam cara wanita yang sudah berumah tangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upacara menutup pengantin lelaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upacara menutup pengantin lelaki akan dilakukan di rumah keluarga pengantin lelaki di mana bapa pengantin akan meletakkan topi yang dihias dengan daun pokok saru di atas kepala pengantin lelaki. Pengantin lelaki tersebut akan membawa tandu yang mana kebanyakan masyarakat Cina hari ini lebih cenderung untuk memilih kereta mewah bersama sekumpulan saudara-mara dan kawan untuk menjemput pengantin perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permainan Pintu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permainan Pintu berasal daripada zaman nenek moyang masyarakat Cina yang menggambarkan bahawa pengantin perempuan merupakan wanita yang cantik dan keluarga serta kawan-kawannya tidak sanggup berpisah dengannya. Pengantin lelaki akan dihalang oleh pintu rumah pengantin perempuan dan kawan pengantin perempuan ini akan berusaha menghalang pengantin lelaki daripada memasuki rumah dengan mengajukan beberapa soalan berkenaan pengantin perempuan. Ini bertujuan untuk menduga sejauh mana pengantin lelaki menyayangi pengantin perempuan tersebut. Manakala pihak lelaki akan cuba membayar pihak perempuan dengan memberikan Li Shi iaitu duit tanda yang dibalut dengan sampul bewarna merah untuk mempertemukan pasangan terbabit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upacara Minum Teh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengapit perempuan akan membawa payung merah untuk melindungi pengantin perempuan ke tandu pengantin lelaki. Saudara-mara pengantin akan melontar beras, kacang merah dan kacang hijau ke arahnya. Payung merah tersebut akan melindunginya daripada roh jahat, manakala beras dan kacang akan menarik perhatian ayam emas yang membawa tuah. Setelah pengantin perempuan tiba di rumah pengantin lelaki, bunga api dan muzik dengan bunyi gong dan drum akan dimainkan untuk menyambut ketibaannya. Pengantin perempuan akan melangkah di atas besen besi yang mempunyai colok yang menyala. Ia merupakan upacara untuk membawa kebahagiaan dan menjauhkan roh-roh jahat. Ketika di rumah pihak lelaki, pasangan pengantin tersebut akan melutut sebanyak tiga kali kepada syurga dan bumi, nenek moyang dan ibubapa mereka. Pasangan terbabit akan tunduk antara satu sama lain dan selepas itu, pengantin perempuan akan memberikan minuman teh kepada keluarga dan saudara-mara mengikut pangkat. Kebiasaanya, mereka yang menerima minuman teh akan memberikan hadiah berbentuk barang kemas atau Li Shi kepada pengantin perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanan Perkahwinan dan kek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa jenis makanan akan dihidangkan di majlis perkahwinan masyarakat Cina yang membawa maksud yang tertentu seperti ikan yang melambangkan kekayaan, anak babi panggang yang melambangkan kesucian, ayam yang dimasak dengan minyak merah melambangkan kebahagiaan, udang galah bererti keserasian dan juga pau. Manakala "kek kebahagiaan" yang juga dikenali sebagai kek naga dan burung phoenix akan diberikan oleh pihak lelaki kepada pihak perempuan untuk dipersembahkan beberapa bahagian daripada kek tersebut untuk tujuan memuja nenek moyang dan diagihkan kepada saudara dan rakan-rakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada malam perkahwinan, pasangan pengantin berkenaan akan meminum arak daripada dua cawan yang diikat bersama oleh tali bewarna merah dan menyilangkan tangan sesama mereka. Mengikut kebudayaan masyarakat Cina, perbuatan ini merupakan ikatan janji perkahwinan yang biasa dilakukan ketika perkahwinan. Kemudian, pengantin perempuan akan diberikan ladu separuh masak dan akan ditanya sama ada ia ladu tersebut mentah. Pengantin perempuan haruslah menjawab "mentah" melambangkan dia akan melahirkan anak dan menunjukkan keluarga yang bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehari selepas hari perkahwinan, pengantin perempuan seharusnya bangun lebih awal dan menyediakan makanan untuk keluarga pengantin lelaki. Ini akan menggambarkan pengantin berkenaan diasuh dengan baik dan layak untuk menjadi isteri kepada pengantin lelaki.Tiga hari selepas hari perkahwinan, pengantin perempuan akan pulang melawat keluarganya bersama-sama suaminya. Pengantin lelaki akan mempersembahkan anak babi panggang kepada keluarga pengantin perempuan simbolik kepada kesucian, menggambarkan kesucian pengantin perempuan. Keluarga pengantin perempuan akan mengagihkan makanan berkenaan kepada saudara-mara dan jiran-jirannya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-3105185629183732518?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3105185629183732518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=3105185629183732518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/3105185629183732518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/3105185629183732518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/09/adat-perkhawinan-cina.html' title='Adat perkhawinan cina'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6065023154528616045</id><published>2008-09-05T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never do it!</title><content type='html'>you all know what is it...eh...probably not...but lemme tell you...&lt;br /&gt;Chat boxes!...&lt;br /&gt;you know those chatty things people put on their blogs...yeah...those .!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..yeah..at first..you'll think.  wow! it's so cool...imagine...now all of my readers/buddies can chat together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...yeah...sure..the 1st few days....you'll get....supportive messages and civilised chatting...like&lt;br /&gt;hello! or Yo!.....but that's when it all goes downhill....don't know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...anonymous chatting sure gets us all on the nerve...but now there's faking your name...&lt;br /&gt;yup...this guy pretending to be that guy...and vice versa....&lt;br /&gt;other than that....crap talking...&lt;br /&gt;homosexuality.......&lt;br /&gt;asking for/giving services(you know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....to any new comersof blogging...never, ever, put it on your blogs...&lt;br /&gt;stick with MSN okay?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6065023154528616045?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6065023154528616045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=6065023154528616045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6065023154528616045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6065023154528616045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-do-it.html' title='never do it!'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4750777844107166472</id><published>2008-09-04T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohya....here's the url for my blog....once again lemme tell you....i just want to put my memoirs ithe blog...and read them back when i'm older or so....&lt;br /&gt;heck...i might even publish it and make $$$$...&lt;br /&gt;one might never know you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4750777844107166472?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4750777844107166472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=4750777844107166472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4750777844107166472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/4750777844107166472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/09/ohya.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-3216722605418516018</id><published>2008-09-04T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T10:36:47.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mah 1st post on my second blog...</title><content type='html'>woohoo..it's so darn good to start out fresh again...oh..wait i should probably start with dear diary huh?...&lt;br /&gt;nah...i'll call this blog...bloggy!...&lt;br /&gt;ok..so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear newly born bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;        ok..so how does it feel to be my second blog...ooh...and no sarcasm...any crap like that and i'm deleting you! But i can tell what you're wondering. Why am i calling you diary when it can be accessed by every soul on Earth with an internet connection. My wish la! If i wrote all this on a book...you'd probably have doggy ears on every page... and chocolate sauce on you...&lt;br /&gt;so be thankful for being a n electronic one and not those others with bad spelling and grammar...&lt;br /&gt;wait, i  think you should thank spellcheck for that....hey..lemme misspell for fun..&lt;br /&gt;ohkae..if yu ar wandarin wats i'm dooing nau...(ok ok enough)&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting at my dining table staring at a laptop screen and not doing my tuition homework which is due tonight...my grandma...is in the livin watching her never ending hokkien dramas..&lt;br /&gt;it's 10am and i'm waiting for my food to come and after that i'm off to school...and after that, i'm won't be touching you for quite sometime...you know..your freakingly lucky cause my connection is wacko...i can't sign in to MSN...i have to keep refreshing sites to view them...leaving to only two things...homework and blog....hmmm whichever shall i choose..nah..as soon as i'm done with you...i'll try to finish my work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya....today is PJ day..and you know what that means...several hours of doing the sunshine dance whilst singing any song related to sun...&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty simple actually....all you need is to jump around stare out at the sky and say sunny day as many times and as loud as possible...it works i tell you..i swear!..well bloggy..&lt;br /&gt;wish Amanah luck cause were fighting the Bs as usual.. but this time round there won't be any malays to lawan with so scales are heavier on my A's side...&lt;br /&gt;but i've learned from countless of times...never underestimate your opponent...i don't even know what we'll be playing......my sister told me that for PJ...her teacher gave them boardgames!...aughhhhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;oww...shit!....&lt;br /&gt;the food's here....gtg...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-3216722605418516018?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3216722605418516018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=3216722605418516018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/3216722605418516018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/3216722605418516018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/09/mah-1st-post-on-my-second-blog.html' title='mah 1st post on my second blog...'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5724359772632202075</id><published>2008-09-04T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two blogs?</title><content type='html'>I've been having to make the decision of transferring to wordpress or not....man..talk about conflict. Well, over days and days of comparing and checking out QnAs...i've decided to stay....&lt;br /&gt;you see.....i've made discoveries about the two sites....&lt;br /&gt;blogspot's more user friendly....it's for the newbies, (like me) who have no idea how to blog....&lt;br /&gt;wordpress on the other hand or may i say other leg...is more for hardcore bloggers.......&lt;br /&gt;So, wordpress....i may have rejected you for my dear ol blogspot...but don't fret... i'll change when i feel that i have, whacha call it? be more pro!..haha...that's what people sat round here....&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.....i've also had a couple more or so ideas for my dusty and grime filled blog with  cockroaches the size of rats and rats the size of cockroaches..hey...i know...whenever i (finally post) you'll go check to see if the moon's blue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm making another blog...yes!...that's right..another sad sad and tak berdosa blog will go under my responsibility......&lt;br /&gt;let me tell what i'm gonna fill it with....&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna...pls..no drumrolls....but you can roll drums if you want..&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make an e-diary or something like that......(i apologise for any injuries caused by falling off the chair after reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...i'm making a dairy...i'd call it a journal..lebih masculine...so..imagening me..Mr sensitive typing  "dear diary"&lt;br /&gt;today i blah blah blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;you see....i don't like posting my life's happenings on this blog.....it;s just not right....&lt;br /&gt;so i'll have two blogs now...one's for writing my days and another's for writing whatever coming out of my ever mysterious head of mine......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5724359772632202075?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5724359772632202075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5724359772632202075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5724359772632202075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5724359772632202075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-blogs.html' title='two blogs?'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-9215904033272955581</id><published>2008-08-20T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was weedin again as usual....but as i was doing so....it made me think of something...yes yes...i thought!...... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's an analogy by me about life....mind the illustrations ok....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so..... May i present to you....the weed analogy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK....so...lets look at life's problems as a weed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SKud1wWqDBI/AAAAAAAAADY/2CvjpPGWvNc/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236452538586893330" style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SKud1wWqDBI/AAAAAAAAADY/2CvjpPGWvNc/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From above ground.....we only can see it's shoots and leaves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but underground....ahhh..yes...the unseen part....yup that's right.....the roots...or may we call it the root of the problem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For many people...they tend to only solve what they can see.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like cutting a weed with a pair of sheers or just stomping it to the ground....it's simple and fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SKumKp4u82I/AAAAAAAAADg/Eky2LFlDuGw/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236461693721047906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SKumKp4u82I/AAAAAAAAADg/Eky2LFlDuGw/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it even shows great results!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SKumKp4u82I/AAAAAAAAADg/Eky2LFlDuGw/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SKuoKWKG51I/AAAAAAAAADo/zBU0dKsVH4Y/s1600-h/ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236463887448467282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SKuoKWKG51I/AAAAAAAAADo/zBU0dKsVH4Y/s320/ds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahha!!!!but the root....yup....the culprit!!...we left it out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's because we only analise the top part of it.......without searching any deeper to make sure that the problem's really solved.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, to us, is a job well done....but as we all know....problems unfully solved will just come back over and over again no matter how many times we try to solve it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SKuo-54bR5I/AAAAAAAAADw/UAZxL0DCano/s1600-h/dsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236464790391179154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SKuo-54bR5I/AAAAAAAAADw/UAZxL0DCano/s320/dsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sooooo.....what's the lesson?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always solve problems patiently....never rush it....and make sure to find the root of the problem!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you liked it!!!&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/7653984850822673686-9215904033272955581?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/9215904033272955581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=9215904033272955581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/9215904033272955581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/9215904033272955581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-weedin-again-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/SKud1wWqDBI/AAAAAAAAADY/2CvjpPGWvNc/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-2735762100840288193</id><published>2008-08-18T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:04.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the 1st weekday of the holidays is a upon us...and i'm already feeling the boredom....&lt;br /&gt;so..hmm.....what to do? what to do....i know, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i'll go finish my homework..and then i'l do my folio..that's right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; = sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't go crazy when i say &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Miss Khoo is so hot!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...recently...i mind's left a blank....hmm...must been all of that studying i did.....&lt;br /&gt;well...u gotta let me don't think for a while...cuz that's what holidays are for right?&lt;br /&gt;to let your brain rest....so while i'm in this temporary brain dead stage.... i'll post some questions to keep yall entertained&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-2735762100840288193?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2735762100840288193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=2735762100840288193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2735762100840288193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2735762100840288193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-weekday-of-holidays-is-upon-us.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-2520417668096985179</id><published>2008-07-25T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XQdm92umro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XQdm92umro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-2520417668096985179?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2520417668096985179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=2520417668096985179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2520417668096985179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/2520417668096985179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-4531980365173368076</id><published>2008-07-25T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....my continuation of my previous post....where was i...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boonz&lt;/span&gt; party...&lt;br /&gt;Chow's parents sent us there.....it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preeetty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;akward&lt;/span&gt; trying to stuff five teenagers at the back of the car.....we planned to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kok&lt;/span&gt; Ming in the boot with my guitar....but we soon found out that there were no air holes....too bad....on the way..we saw SBU...wow...i didn't realise that it was so darn big....it made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SMK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cheras&lt;/span&gt; look like chicken poop....well...&lt;br /&gt;we reached boon's place a while later....&lt;br /&gt;that's when we met the party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt;...if i already knew who he was during that time...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; kicked him so hard that his grandson got hurt...don't worry....kidding....violence don't lead to anything good...who's this party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;well...he's one of boons condo guards....but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; prefer to refer him as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Stoopit&lt;/span&gt; Guard...&lt;br /&gt;during the party...we would go..." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;aiyo&lt;/span&gt;..that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Stoopit&lt;/span&gt; Guard"...."darn it man that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Stoopit&lt;/span&gt; Guard..."&lt;br /&gt;and so on......&lt;br /&gt;He's just so darn square....oh..yeah...some of you might wonder what i mean by square...&lt;br /&gt;well....my friends and i have this term for people.....Square and Circles...&lt;br /&gt;a Square if you must know...is a person who does everything by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt; book....boring......you hear people always saying " think outside the box"....well... Squares are the box...if teacher says to do it this way....they'll do it exactly that way....remind you of anyone? But Squares sometimes do not do it as they're told...but usually what they do just makes it more squarer..get what i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A circle on the other hand....is the complete opposite of a Square....Circles never follow the rules... they do once in while but they bend it...they're ain't so famous around teachers and such...but they do get praises once in a while for thinking outside the box......&lt;br /&gt;I ain't saying being a square or circle is good or bad...but if you ask me....try being oblong..that's right....a hybrid....bending  the rules but not so much that you change it completely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa....back to the Party.....&lt;br /&gt;well....if you've been there..or read boon's blog...you would know how much of a pain in the ass the guard is...but hey...don't take it out on him...he's just doing his job...&lt;br /&gt;lets see...1st..he chased most of us out of the pool for not having the proper clothing....then..no kicking soda cans near the &lt;strong&gt;empty &lt;/strong&gt;pool...then..no playing football at the empty lot....&lt;br /&gt;well...i could say most of the people invited thought it was boring.....but not me...&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining...during the party...i met my old friends....Kong Wei Luek...&lt;br /&gt;Yap Kai Hoong....Eddie......so it wasn't all bad..but...i wondered...where were the girls?.....i took off my shirt for nothing.....oh yeah..and my doggy paddle lost to brandon's freestyle...impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa...i've never blogged so much on a single post....i'll continue next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-4531980365173368076?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4531980365173368076/comments/default' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-7324866608914191797</id><published>2008-07-18T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah...finally...a new post.....as...some of you guys might know....some stuff happened during the long-period-of-me-not-posting...well...like it or not...i'm gonna post about it....&lt;br /&gt;ok...first thing!...&lt;br /&gt;merentas desa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..because of that day....i'm never gonna touch biscuits again....&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;before the race started...i was busily munching on a pack o' biscuits....&lt;br /&gt;well...i forgot about the 'never run right after eating' rule...&lt;br /&gt;my brain doesn't work quite well in the mornings...&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the race....it was smooth sailing....but after a while....the biscuits started kicking in....&lt;br /&gt;And man...did it hurt or what!..(teeth teeth long)&lt;br /&gt;the whole race..i was running 'old man style'  with hands clutching my side...&lt;br /&gt;As more people ran past me..i was like..."why!..oh Why!!"&lt;br /&gt;well..at the end i got 26th place...&lt;br /&gt;ok lar..not bad...but the shameful part was that...this year's under 15 group winners were mostly form 1!....a real WTF moment...&lt;br /&gt;After the race....the reaction of Kok Ming resembled a break-up-with-gf-expression....&lt;br /&gt;well....there's always next year...&lt;br /&gt;But eventhough we had a bad day....we couldn't feel bad....cause we knew what was installed next.............&lt;br /&gt;BOOnz party....&lt;br /&gt;to make sure i don't bore you.....i will continue some other time..&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-1218241815316465390</id><published>2008-07-10T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa...been real busy this past few days...&lt;br /&gt;and i gotta tell ya...&lt;br /&gt;being a procrastinator ain't much of a help...&lt;br /&gt;oh...what's a procrastinator?&lt;br /&gt;well....it's very simple actually.....&lt;br /&gt;it's a person who does things last minute...always leaving things to be done later...&lt;br /&gt;you know, i was shocked when i found out that there was a term for this kind of people...&lt;br /&gt;finally, a place to belong!&lt;br /&gt;well...i'll show what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kriing, the school bell rings...last schoolday for the week...&lt;br /&gt;so..come home with homework...thinking of finishing homework today....toss bag onto bedroom floor...&lt;br /&gt;will be left there until tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...tomorrow...doing homework ...when suddenly...hear your favourite TV show starting....ooh....ditch homework...&lt;br /&gt;At night....okay i will finish my work tonight....a few minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;ZzZzZzZzZzZs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday....&lt;br /&gt;doomsday....last chance....&lt;br /&gt;MSN first!....then PS2..&lt;br /&gt;basketball....guitar...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening....&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNderstand now?...&lt;br /&gt;sound familiar to you?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, boon...gotta show you something...&lt;br /&gt;remember when i planned with you to do a cover on S.O.S.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta tell you something...i love youtube....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeATV4SqvnE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeATV4SqvnE&amp;hl=en&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;PS....try to concentrate on the song..not the girl....&lt;br /&gt;         i know i know..impossible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS.. i added a new feature for this page...&lt;br /&gt;          will be called 'random crap'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-1218241815316465390?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1218241815316465390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=1218241815316465390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1218241815316465390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/1218241815316465390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-7529003186051966038</id><published>2008-06-16T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey...about the friend changing school thing...well, someone, lied to me.... ok...time to set things straight, boon's not changing...hooray..&lt;br /&gt;but in fact there's another guy who's going to SBU...yup..Jay Shen..and today's his last day..i remember when we were in form 1...i made up a rap....i don't remember much..but i'll try...ok..here it goes..( i added some extra bits inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Come on everybody, come on over here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to introduce to you someone that you'll fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;He's Jay Shen i say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;And he is not gay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;He just kinda like girls and kinda like guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;But please o please don't ask me why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, he sexuality is undetermined,&lt;br /&gt;But hey, don't worry, he still is human,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;His bfs and gfs are all unstable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Always changing, numbers unbelievable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One day he'll tell me "check out this girl",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"She's mine",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The next day, "wow! look at her",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"I'll give her nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's an intro for all the tots and little kids,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's kinda tall and covered with zits,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Basketball's his passion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He's an enemy to fashion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a football fan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He thinks Chelsea can,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That means he wears blue bras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And hates Van Der Sar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He even goes to cafes, What?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I mean cyber cafes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Where he plays CS or dota,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or anything you gotta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, he's the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the ultimate sensation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Who else, Duh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay Shen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys liked it&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah...there's this catchy song i heard on the radio once..i don't know how long ago it came out but nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-7529003186051966038?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7529003186051966038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=7529003186051966038&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/7529003186051966038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/7529003186051966038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5876063145358368335</id><published>2008-06-12T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, dejavu all over again..don't worry..this time i wasn't banned or anything...so don't give me that " don't-you-ever-learn " expression....you see...this time...I'm innocent...i swear!&lt;br /&gt;actually...it was caused by lightning...somehow..it went thru the telephone wire, thru the modem..and then the computer...and oh yeah....i had nothing to do with it....&lt;br /&gt;the com was sent to the shop and till now...it hasn't come back...( i'm thinking of having a welcome back party when it comes back. All faithful viewers are invited. ) So...without the com...i can say bye bye to MSN and all that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of swearing, i had bet with my friend recently...i must not swear or show anything related to swearing until 6.45 today..think i can make it? and don't worry..no money involved..just pride and bragging rights..sounds very kiasu right? well..don't look at me...look at Kok Ming...and uh, Kok Ming, i'm not calling you a kiasu on the Internet..no offense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More news...another person from SMKC is about to migrate to SBS..Boon Boon is his name, i'm not gonna stop you from going..it's your decision and i respect it....just make sure you won't turn out to be an....uh.....uh..( no swearing)..ah..awful fellar like Kai Hoong....&lt;br /&gt;but please remember our promise...when we grow up...and your a famous guitarist or have a famous band and i'm a famous rapper or something else...we must consider teaming up... just imagine...you representing K.J.M. Productions ...u guys should be able to guess what KJM is.....&lt;br /&gt;till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5876063145358368335?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5876063145358368335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5876063145358368335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5876063145358368335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5876063145358368335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-dejavu-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5772272758192768220</id><published>2008-05-16T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hah...finally....we reached the half time of the exams...today will be more of a rest day...learning as usual...here are the scores so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;KJ-0 BM-0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geo-1 KJ-1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;KJ-1 Sej-0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;KJ-3 Eng-0 ( hey..i beat England!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths-2 Kj-3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So....the 2nd half is against KH and Science....crud!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow....you don't get much bloggers from SMK Cheras...but...surprisingly...a couple more have popped up...but alas...i'm still the only one from Amanah..sadly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya!..i saw Borat again....really funny and disgusting...there was one time...Borat was with this guy talking about how to make jokes...there was one part that was real funny...So the guy said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Lets talk about jokes about mother-in-laws"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Borat, " there was one time...i slept with my mother-in-law"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the guy replies, " i don't think that the American comunity would find that joke funny"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Borat again, " that wasn't a joke"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5772272758192768220?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5772272758192768220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5772272758192768220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5772272758192768220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5772272758192768220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/05/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5493667174652002940</id><published>2008-05-06T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW....been a while since i touched ya...i got 1 word for you....folios!..yup...the dreaded folios...but good news...i won't be seeing them for a long long time..but not long enough anyway...&lt;br /&gt;So...now i can sit back relax and let the good times roll, right after the mid term test...crap!...&lt;br /&gt;Well...a couple of stuff happened during the long period of not writing to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago....we(family) found a bird behind our house....it couldn't fly so we took it in before the cats came....like any BM karangan you'd write in Standard 3...you know...the one about finding a bird, bring to the vet, take care, blah blah blah....you get my drill....but you know what...i onlky liked feeding time...cause my dad bought a bunch of worms...not really worms...more like long grubs...6 legs in front and a long body... for the bird...yummy food...&lt;br /&gt;for me....hours and hours of fun....come on..wouldn't you like it.. imagine all the stuff u could do....play Fear Factor with people, put them in your sises lunchboxes...oops..i mean rehatboxes...or even grabbing a handfull and threaten to launch it at somebody...don't worry..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do all that stuff..not all of it anyway...there was one point where i was curious about the taste...i see the bird greedily gobbling them down...they must be that good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday...we came home and the bird wasn't there..it was either, bird flew away or bird turned to cat food...it left us puzzled...but the next day....as if my dad could read my mind...he took the worms/grubs away...why?!...there goes the fun...party poooper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, i watched Ironman at Pavillion...oh yeah..one more thing...just because people go to Pavillion doesn't mean their rich know.... me and my family go there every week...but we don't buy anything...we go there for the food and books...that's all...&lt;br /&gt;back to the movie...well..beats any other superhero movie..well u can't blame them..most of the movies about superheroes suck...i don't mean Heroes btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the starting of Ironman was nice...the star of the show was kidnapped by terrorists and was forced to build a missle...they supplied everything for him to build it....numbskulls right?&lt;br /&gt;"ooh...i'm a terrorists...i'm giving a famous weapons builder anything he wants to build a missle for me and i don't expect him to build anything else to escape.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...here's something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1QMDrJBdFiM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1QMDrJBdFiM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and try to turn up the volume a bit.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-5493667174652002940?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5493667174652002940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=5493667174652002940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5493667174652002940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/5493667174652002940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6926262048289536346</id><published>2008-05-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u know...a friend asked me before...&lt;br /&gt;Why do you blog?&lt;br /&gt;Well...it's because i can put anything that comes in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;when most people think about blogs...they think of it as an electronic diary...but to me, no&lt;br /&gt;I only put things that are important to me or something kewl that i must share...not like posting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i woke up, brush my teeth, bath and played computer...chat with ma frens...then, eat lunch...after that play b ball with ma frens.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless...it went like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i woke up.. as i was brushing my teeth i heard a scream....choked on my toothbrush and had to gag it out...i walked down to see what happened and had the shock of my life...there was trails of blood on the staircase...i walked down slowly...slowly...another scream...followed by a gun shot..then more screaming...then silence...as i reached down the stairs...and i saw......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...now  that would be a nice post....you continue the story..&lt;br /&gt;you get my point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...what enjoy most about bloggin is that when something kewl happens in your life....don't you get that feeling of.  'wow...I'm so writing that in my blog'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6926262048289536346?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6926262048289536346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=6926262048289536346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6926262048289536346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6926262048289536346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/05/u-know.html' title=''/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6418887067934163743</id><published>2008-04-24T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Posts Wars has begun</title><content type='html'>Yeap...Posts Wars!&lt;br /&gt;It's by comparing other bloggers  posts to find out who has the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously...i'm first...&lt;br /&gt;if you're counting from behind that is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-more posts still to come-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6418887067934163743?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6418887067934163743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=6418887067934163743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6418887067934163743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7653984850822673686/posts/default/6418887067934163743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/2008/04/posts-wars-has-begun.html' title='The Posts Wars has begun'/><author><name>incognito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419163909597606436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6692072607954886600</id><published>2008-04-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a few days ago...we went to celebrate my granny's birthday.....&lt;br /&gt;well...we ate at Purple Cane, Megamall....which sucked (very little salt in the dishes)....but that's not important...&lt;br /&gt;the important one was after our dinner...&lt;br /&gt;after strolling the place...we stopped in front of unventured teritory...i was thinking..'no way'&lt;br /&gt;right in front of us ...like a goddess&lt;br /&gt;Paddington house of pancakes!!&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised...really surprised...cuz...c'mon...of all the places...here!...i was drooling already..&lt;br /&gt;So..long story short..&lt;br /&gt;we ordered some dishes..and had a really damn good desert&lt;br /&gt;And i gotta tell ya...if the maple syrup and ice cream didin't kill you...&lt;br /&gt;the prices would...but i understand...if you tried it already..you would understand why they're priced that way....well...that's all..oya...forgot something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda lame..but as you know...i'm a just-came-in blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.my/imgres?imgurl=http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y152/boo_licious/misc/strawberrybananapancake.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://masak-masak.blogspot.com/2005/12/paddington-house-of-pancakes-hartamas.html&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=431&amp;amp;sz=34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;tbnid=WrTz07HrqEexyM:&amp;amp;tbnh=88&amp;amp;tbnw=126&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DPaddington%2Bhouse%2Bof%2Bpancakes%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but...isn't it touching when there's finally an 'older posts' sign at the bottom of your blog&lt;br /&gt;woohoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6692072607954886600?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6692072607954886600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-6094568629877995469</id><published>2008-03-31T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the war on pimples</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Today...i'm dedicating a whole post to pimples..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;yes pimples...we all get them sooner or later...yes...that means you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ms. Pretty Pants!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;My mom always bugs me about my pimples..always saying "look at all your pimples"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;it's almost like my mom's blaming me for going through puberty...do i look like i have a choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Actually...to me...i treat pimples using the chicken pox analogy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;for instance,to me, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;t's always better to get it as early as possible..(trust me on this..you'll thank me later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;tell me....would you rather get it when your 13,14 or get it when you reach 16,17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;But..hey..too bad we can't tell when we start having them...like me, I'm an early sprouter...got it when i was 12...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;And thru my experiences, your fighting a losing battle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;sure...there are meds and creams and all that..but they don't stop it...they just make it easier for you...unless you consider surgery...hmm..better not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;well...i've learned how to overcome it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just go with the flow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even if it's a long ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-6094568629877995469?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6094568629877995469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7653984850822673686&amp;postID=6094568629877995469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-5095531976409526900</id><published>2008-03-13T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First rap posted</title><content type='html'>I'm the KJster, the newbie blogger,&lt;br /&gt;And i've been sent here to tell yer,&lt;br /&gt;That some people write poems bout this and that,&lt;br /&gt;But this kid over here expresses things thru rap,&lt;br /&gt;It's true i'm new to this whole rapping scene,&lt;br /&gt;Among all the rappers, i look like nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But hey, i don't mind ,to me fame's unimportant,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a kid, have you forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i recite, i get my inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;Thru my local artists, all true Malaysians,&lt;br /&gt;Malay, English or even Chinese,&lt;br /&gt;Yup, i got 'em on my MP3s,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i stroll, i get the term, nerd alot,&lt;br /&gt;Or even noob, u know, all that sort,&lt;br /&gt;And when i say i'm so hot,&lt;br /&gt;i make the ladies drop,&lt;br /&gt;But it's for the wrong reasons,&lt;br /&gt;So don't jump to conclusions,&lt;br /&gt;Cause when they drop,&lt;br /&gt;They really drop,&lt;br /&gt;With laughter i mean,&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, It's quite a scene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this guy that never plays much online games,&lt;br /&gt;Like Dota, CS, others might think i'm lame,&lt;br /&gt;But, who cares not me,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want obsessing bout my exp,&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all i got for this feature,&lt;br /&gt;But remember, this guy's an amature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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her...'Amah'..asked me to weed..in fear of getting banned again..i obeyed her..(you see my grandmother doesn't like me computering 24/7)She complained to my dad once...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The few minutes were tolerable but alas...my laziness kicked in....i started getting desperate cause the garden was filled with weeds...especially the lalang type which had strong roots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so..i tried the strangulation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;method.(i put a big flat disc over an area)...i even tried smacking them which failed miserably...finally...i brought in Mr Cangkul!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As an hour passed....the sun came up....YES!!!...finally i can go in... meyAmah looked up...and spoke...'Kenjin arh, take out the 'kam cai' to dry( she's preserving it)...now that was unexpected...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But finally...after another hour....'pit.pit.pit' YES!!!!!!!!!! lunch is here..alrite!!...as i walked in happily...my Amah did the unexpected....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Ken Jin...'ming tien chao sang ni shia lai pa chau arh' (Mandarin for 'tomorrow morning you come down and pull grass')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-3797427932320976267?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3797427932320976267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-478859324066392652</id><published>2008-03-09T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;wow.....my blog is collecting dust......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yup, it's me...the KJster....and he's alive after not touching the computer for a whole month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;yes...no msn, no blogging, no friendstering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;for those who are regulars....you might have tought i was dead or something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;well...i felt dead as well cuz that was quite a long wait....but don't worry ah......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But why you ask me....well...uh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ok lar...fine i'll tell you...my dad barred me from the com...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;hmm, and why...well...kinda lame  but it's because i tried to download some stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;and you know lar my father...eh, wait a minute...you don't..well he just doesn't like people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;adding stuff to his computer....he scared kena virus or something like that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;but i've done similar things like this before...at first.no punishment...just warnings...but now...wowza!....haiz, some people never learn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;like people say....once bitten, twice bitten harder, then only trice shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Well, F.Y.I. rain or shine or even angry parents, nothing can stop me from this blog...i hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-478859324066392652?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/478859324066392652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-8368320289054529160</id><published>2008-01-15T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the parody of Will.i.am's  Got It From My Mama.....by Rudy and JJ of hitz.fm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE WE GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ, where'd you get your canai from?&lt;br /&gt;Rudy, where'd you get your maggi from?&lt;br /&gt;JJ, where'd you get your tosai from?&lt;br /&gt;Rudy, where'd you get your curry from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mamak! I got it from my mamak! I got it from my mamak! I got it got it got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ, where'd you get your kopi from?&lt;br /&gt;Rudy, where'd you get your nasi from?&lt;br /&gt;JJ, where'd you get your sambal from?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, Rudy, where'd you get your tapau from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mamak! I got it from my mamak! I got it from my mamak! I got it got it got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamak, looking good from his head to his toe,&lt;br /&gt;Curry overload, body out of control,&lt;br /&gt;Open 24, you can always go,&lt;br /&gt;So happening, also got cendol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roti smelling good, they don't use ghee,&lt;br /&gt;It's almost small, it's the place to eat, (apa khabar?)&lt;br /&gt;You can tell curry's been there for a week, (wah sedap!)&lt;br /&gt;Mamak made it hot, I can feel the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be veli good and thank your mamak,&lt;br /&gt;He makes food just like a sauna,&lt;br /&gt;Panas, panas, here it comes now, panas, panas, here it comes now,&lt;br /&gt;Oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; got it from my mamak! I got it from my mamak! I got it from my mamak! I got it got it got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aney, Aney, Tolong kira please boss!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;- What?&lt;br /&gt;- Ten ringgit forty cent, buuuttt for you guys&lt;br /&gt;- Ten ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;- THANK YOU MACHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Rudy..&lt;br /&gt;Ah..&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, tak rasa la. Not enough spice la...&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I know what to do man.&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Telephone dialling)&lt;br /&gt;HEY JIN!&lt;br /&gt;Ow Sh*t, it's the morning crew!&lt;br /&gt;HAhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho, you ain't hungry?&lt;br /&gt;Well - I - am,&lt;br /&gt;Take you to a place where they don't eat ham,&lt;br /&gt;Speak malay or speak chinese,&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of rice and some black eyed peas,&lt;br /&gt;Where else can you go and eat real late?&lt;br /&gt;Straight from the club and it's food on your plate,&lt;br /&gt;Love Mackie Diz, but not today,&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm in the mood for some cool teh,&lt;br /&gt;Tell JJ, I think I found a winner,&lt;br /&gt;Me and Rudy, we both missed dinner,&lt;br /&gt;So you know that we're ready to eat,&lt;br /&gt;No durians, now please have a seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on...&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mamak! I got it from my mamak! I got it from my mamak! I got it got it got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these food right here, I got all these from my MAMAK.&lt;br /&gt;All these food right here, I got all these from my MAMAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifa Rudy real fine, 9 times outta 10, its coming from my mamak,&lt;br /&gt;If the kopi real sweet, 9 times outta 10, its sweeter at my mamak,&lt;br /&gt;If the cat's really ugly, I bet you, it is not at my mamak,&lt;br /&gt;If the girl's real fine, 9 times outta 10, she's hanging at my mamak,&lt;br /&gt;If you're chilling in subang, 9 times outta 10, you're chilling at my mamak,&lt;br /&gt;If you're hanging in ampang, 9 times outta 10, you're hanging at my mamak,&lt;br /&gt;At my mamak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ, where'd you get your canai from?&lt;br /&gt;Rudy, where'd you get your maggi from?&lt;br /&gt;JJ, where'd you get your tosai from?&lt;br /&gt;Rudy, where'd you get your curry from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from my mamak! I got it from my mamak! I got it from my mamak! I got it got it got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roti make some noise!&lt;br /&gt;If you like kopi, make some noise!&lt;br /&gt;If you like mamak, make some noise!&lt;br /&gt;Make some noise, Make some noise, noise, noise...&lt;br /&gt;(noi, noi, noi, noi, noi...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok enough of the noise, eh - macha, macha, Rudy - Stop with the tin cans la!&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;Yeala please&lt;br /&gt;Alrite&lt;br /&gt;Eh, but how's your roti ah?&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, dashyat man&lt;br /&gt;Eh, eh whatchu got eh watchu wat's that?&lt;br /&gt;Eheh, chicken, lamb, everything inside!&lt;br /&gt;Got telur?&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOTTTT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7653984850822673686-8368320289054529160?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-Pg58yweI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5RsBJVBHqE/S220/CA6O5R8VCA4SK26HCAICWJ52CAO3CTL1CAA29EXWCAR39RBSCAZJF2ESCAIWYDY6CAPSTJBHCAVUUGWFCALEKUY7CANMX3T6CA75PXJ3CAB0E4U7CA26NWZ8CA05ITSKCANXC38KCAXRENGPCAMCQN8O.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7653984850822673686.post-8606898574925189992</id><published>2008-01-13T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:15:05.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.....and here's post number THREE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u know......last friday....i was,what u call it...buah gataled... hmm? don't know what i'm talking about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u see...at my school...there are these trees that bear some kind of berries and whenever it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R4n_5J8ywhI/AAAAAAAAACs/SBdOVYFWyfI/s1600-h/images%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154932605890773522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R4n_5J8ywhI/AAAAAAAAACs/SBdOVYFWyfI/s320/images%5B11%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;s juices c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R4n_5J8ywhI/AAAAAAAAACs/SBdOVYFWyfI/s1600-h/images%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ome in contact with skin...it'll itch like hell!!......tell me if u seen it before......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, here my story.......it was a Friday afternoon, kinda early...and i was chatting with one of my buddies....(lets just call him Tan)...u see, i had some unfinished math homework (as usual) so i was completing it with a little help from Tan and his Casio calculator (shhhhh)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well..upon doing it....all of a sudden...i felt something slide across my neck and falling onto the floor in front of me....i looked up...and i found this Malay punk probrably form 4 or 5 grinning and casualy walking away from me....i quickly looked at what the asshole rubbed me with and ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yup!...buah gatal....immediately...the itching started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And if you think that was bad enough...another one of his friends did the same fricking thing again....same spot!...well....by that time i was enraged...really...cursing under my breath... i really really wanted to kick that bastard in the ass!!...but somehow....my inner self....told me not to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cuz i wouldn't stand a chance against 3 Form 4/5s.....so....i listened to logic...and calmed myself down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well....since it happened to me b4 by my other friend..(lets call him Kamalan)...well...he told me to wash the area immediately so i did what he told me last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well...the itching was less but it was still itchy(thank you Kamalan).....and while i was doing all that...the ones who did it...were laughing at me of course.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's been a couple of days since the incident...my neck's still itching and there're small bumps on my neck that look like mosquito bites.....hey!!....that could be my alibi when i go to school tomorrow...yeah....swarms of mosquitoes....hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well...that's all 4 now......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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/7653984850822673686-8606898574925189992?l=whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodblogurlstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8606898574925189992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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me you guys (whoever you guys are)....&lt;br /&gt;so.............this is my 1st post........and certainly not my last..........&lt;br /&gt;now.....it's time to introduce me self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm a pure chinaman from Malaysia and proud of it...........i'm 14 this year......well almost.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my face......you don't need to know......lets just say i'm no Leonardo DiCaprio or David Beckham&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but don't get me wrong.......i'm not shy or think i'm ugly...............it's just that i'm a little tight about my security..........ok.......hmm....what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well.....i enjoy eating......and i do it guilt free.......it's because i have this wierd thing......in my whole life......no matter how much i gobble down.........i'm never ever fat.........in fact, i'm kinda skinny.........it's really strange......call it a curse or gift......whatever it is......i'm loving it for sure... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I also kinda like to read.....but too much......so....far....i'm really liking James Patterson's books......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;they're really...really....hard to put down.....hmm.....wat other books....i'm also currently reading one of Anthony Horowitz's books too........and i'm having trouble putting it down.......i just wanna continue reading it till the end..........well...i also love Calvin and Hobbes........i say it's one of the best comics ever writen........but i'm kinda sad....Bill Watterson retired........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-JhZ8ywcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jXTSM13KlEY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151987705729696194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-JhZ8ywcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jXTSM13KlEY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well......other than that..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;as you already know............i'm a music fanatic..........my favourite is the legendary, undisputed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Mathers&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...........but i also listen to lots of other artists..........i mostly hear them thru my local music station.....Flyfm......&lt;/span&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;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hmm.....oya....i support Manchester United and Argentina........and my favourite player is............ guess who..........he plays in both of my fav teams........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-HGp8ywaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XrRPT6vsphQ/s1600-h/CACL2ZQMCA1RRD9BCAR2ZQXICA3MWCUSCA72BK9NCA0IDZ1BCAWG1UHUCAEUJIVGCAYGHJCFCANKD2FWCAPD8C76CATJAQZ8CAG06B3YCAPMS2F3CAPDT16FCAE66T3TCAFOMQDKCAEAAZGICAKOCH66.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151985047144939938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IhvQYmUvpHU/R3-HGp8ywaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XrRPT6vsphQ/s320/CACL2ZQMCA1RRD9BCAR2ZQXICA3MWCUSCA72BK9NCA0IDZ1BCAWG1UHUCAEUJIVGCAYGHJCFCANKD2FWCAPD8C76CATJAQZ8CAG06B3YCAPMS2F3CAPDT16FCAE66T3TCAFOMQDKCAEAAZGICAKOCH66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;It's him.............Carlos Teves...........well.........he might not be as good looking as Christiano...........but whenever he's on the field........his skills are beyond a doubt.....impresive and really kick-ass worthy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally...........we're at the end of my 1st post........i guess some of u guys r probably thinkin..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's it ?!?....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well...........just try to cut me some slack.......it's my 1st time bloggin......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but rest assure.........give me some time and i'll improve....trust me on this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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