<?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-355300453398508326</id><updated>2011-08-01T18:47:39.451-07:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Stories Untold'/><category term='Supernatural'/><category term='Islands'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Information'/><category term='Regular'/><title type='text'>Drifting Into An Abyss...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-3010351754102690268</id><published>2009-06-03T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:25:51.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reoccuring Dream of Mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SiidWqoZrcI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/kiLcFjVEMPE/s1600-h/real-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SiidWqoZrcI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/kiLcFjVEMPE/s200/real-alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343693970601520578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A neverending path, through a dark alley lit only by the lonely moon. Can barely see what's ahead and the end of the path; and not forgetting, braving the cold harsh winter night. No matter, I'll just walk it. Thoughts of the very imaginative mind, creating illusions and visions when one is lonely and afraid. Numb is the feeling I have, for I have experience far too much; clenching my fists and with a heart filled with nothing but feelings of complicity, I chose to walk down the cold dark path set before me. If this is the barrier I must face, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dim light spared by the lonely moon seems to be slowly fading away with each step I take; as if the slightest of hope is dissipating. Looking around, standing in a trail between the forest, there is absolutely nothing one can see in this darkness, not a soul. Howls of the wolves echoed through the night, giving one a feeling of being hunted. I guess it's pointless to even turn back now. Leaving me no option but only to go forward. Aimlessly walking, hands outreached in search of support; the thought of being trapped in an abyss might very well be coming true as I fall to my knees in dissapointment. A heart full of sorrow and despair, I guess it's time to befriend Death.. Somehow, just as the last hope of light was about to fade..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you held my hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;The warmth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;The feeling of being loved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;The sweet scent of familiarity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most importantly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;The beautiful smile of yours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;that gave me hope. &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SiidcGR_WhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/P5gd0DdU6O4/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SiidcGR_WhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/P5gd0DdU6O4/s200/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343694063923059218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When will I be able to see you again?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-June 5 2009-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-3010351754102690268?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3010351754102690268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=3010351754102690268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3010351754102690268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3010351754102690268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2009/06/reoccuring-dream-of-mine.html' title='The Reoccuring Dream of Mine.'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SiidWqoZrcI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/kiLcFjVEMPE/s72-c/real-alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-2955784340725579722</id><published>2009-03-30T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T07:54:36.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Life's Just So Cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQGvd3LHxI/AAAAAAAAAsw/4qPapjhrfgk/s1600-h/Lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319884472371060498" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 160px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQGvd3LHxI/AAAAAAAAAsw/4qPapjhrfgk/s200/Lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For as long as I remember, I have seen more than enough heartless people in the movies or in reality. Murderers, rapists or perhaps robbers are heartless I would say but still, no one can be compared to one who decides to abandon their new born babies; by leaving them in dumpsites? I mean, even if you don't want your baby, you can always choose to hand them over to an orphanage right? Of all places why a dumpsite? They are a living being for God's sake! They are not somekind of item where if you don't like it or don't wanna use it, you just throw it. I mean, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am not going crazy about the place you choose to abandon your baby peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's the act that I am talking about. Choosing to abandon your newborn is somehow&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; selfish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; despicable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heartless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;bah!&lt;/span&gt; You don't even deserve to live! Frankly speaking, I got all upset the other day reading a news article on The Star that someone found an abandoned baby, just last week. Last month itself, there's also a case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's this article that surprised me. Do check it out : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/22/apworld/20080422214413&amp;amp;sec=apworld"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stray Dogs Save Baby Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even stray dogs know what's right and what's wrong. It's not surprising to me that anim&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQIHZkbx_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/eepWp6HnyFA/s1600-h/imagesCAPHRZL3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319885983047206898" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 150px; height: 113px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQIHZkbx_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/eepWp6HnyFA/s200/imagesCAPHRZL3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;als are more caring than us humans; take a girzzly bear for example. In North America &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not quite sure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQHL9E7XNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/U96yZRvnPX4/s1600-h/imagesCAPHRZL3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQHDVn2BwI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PT2vFGsxSSs/s1600-h/imagesCAPHRZL3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unlucky hikers are reportedly being mauled to death on their hike. It's known now that the Grizzly will attack anything that comes to close to it's cubs and it won't stop until it's sure that you're of no harm. Basically, dead. Aaaaargggghhh~!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Except for the lions who ate their cubs when they go terribly hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just have to spoil everything nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's no&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQIOEjGhQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/4fKNceqL7QY/s1600-h/149836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319886097663558914" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 162px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQIOEjGhQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/4fKNceqL7QY/s200/149836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t abandoning the baby, it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Abortion's nothing much angelic as well. Having to remove your infant at an early stage causes consequences. You know, if it happens that the abortion process didn't go quite well; infection it is. A part's that but the other's a belief passed down from generations to generations. Perhaps? Well, it is said that once the woman decides to abort the infant, she will certainly face &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;dire consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not only the woman herself but her partner as well. Well, most of the time, they are couples staying together. It's been told that the infant which was aborted will continue growing; growing up in the other dimension, watching their very own parents who neglected them. It's a pain in the heart for me eventhough they aren't at all related to me. How can one ever choose to abort their very own child? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Can't one ever imagine that after the 9 months worth of pain and hardships, it's all worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A cute baby in your very own arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, most of the people chose to abort giving reasons and excuses like; I can't bear the pain or even I can't afford to have a child now. Or maybe even I got 6 at hom&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQIhdfwdbI/AAAAAAAAAtg/PkXHxirMMvw/s1600-h/condom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319886430777931186" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 188px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQIhdfwdbI/AAAAAAAAAtg/PkXHxirMMvw/s200/condom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e, it's far more than enough for me. Jesus! Then get yourself a box of condoms!! Don't you dare tell me that you can't afford it either. Buying a box of condoms is very much better than having to cast away a new hope of life right? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, getting back on track, the infant would very well grow up in the other dimension; the other dimension of your very own home. Here's a story that I got it from a friend of mine. Julian! Julian and her gang have their very own blog as a matter of fact. Do visit their blog to check out their everyday gossips! Perhaps rantings might be the better word:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Click here to check out their blog : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://www.lamecrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;La**crew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when we thought that decisions are always easy to make and with the thought of what's done, is done and let's all look forward to a brighter day ahead. Warnings and advices shall be hindered and if there might be consequences, they shall be taken lightly; lightly as in there will always be a way. That's right, we're so wrong. Lisa had 2 abortions in her life but everything seemed fine to her. Nothing in peculiar happened but just as she thought they were going monogamus, Keith decided that it's over. The reason? He impregnanted another woman. Of course, marriage seemed to be the unanimous choice between the families of the groom and bride to be. Having moving into Keith's home after marrying, Anne had thought of a bright future ahead but her it didn't turn out to be what she expected at all as things started to change drastically. The prescence of joy and laughter of children filled the air but it's not what you think it is. There aren't any children in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's laughter can be heard anywhere throughout the house whether day or night. Footsteps running up and down the stairs echo through the empty hallway. No one was around. None of Keith's family dared to find out who was the child. They eventually knew what it was and decided to keep to themselves, hoping that the child would somehow find his/her way home. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQJzUCM5FI/AAAAAAAAAt4/v1ktwYEtNmU/s1600-h/cemgirl02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319887836987319378" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQJzUCM5FI/AAAAAAAAAt4/v1ktwYEtNmU/s200/cemgirl02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From a joyful laughter to a violent wailing of child as if seeking attention, things never did get better at all. As Anne moved into the month of delivery, the situation got worse and apparently, unnerving. Items will be misplaced, simple traps as if made by little children will appear waiting for any of Keith's unlucky family members to trigger them, causing injuries. Unable to cope with this child any longer, it's decided that moving to a new house is the best. Sending Anne to the hospital for a week while Keith look for a new house, the thought of having a peaceful life lighten up everyone's mood. Just 3 weeks after moving in to the new house, the mood of Keith's family never did improve. Apparently, the child had somehow followed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to say this but I kind of got lazy to write any longer. I'll just get straight to the conclusion. Keith turned to a medium in a local temple and he found out that there were actually 2 little &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQJZz_lYtI/AAAAAAAAAtw/g0vb-vhCoZ8/s1600-h/imagesCAPNIKO9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319887398889677522" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 146px; height: 110px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQJZz_lYtI/AAAAAAAAAtw/g0vb-vhCoZ8/s200/imagesCAPNIKO9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spirits living in his house. Both were said to be aged 5 and 3 respectively and the shocking pa&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQJOsmkTxI/AAAAAAAAAto/D3DaH1mTD6g/s1600-h/imagesCAR0KV5Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319887207927140114" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 91px; height: 145px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQJOsmkTxI/AAAAAAAAAto/D3DaH1mTD6g/s200/imagesCAR0KV5Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rt was that the medium told him that the 2 of them were his children. There is no way where one can usher them to the nether world or drive them away by force as they are his children after all. They have the right to live with their beloved father. The reason the disturbing activities and noises around the house got more frequent and violent is because of the newborn baby. Apparently, they had gotten jealous as Keith never did cared about them previously. I guess it's enough for this part. It's said that the children only follow their fathers. No one knows why. That's what the medium said. It kind of freaked me out a little, frankly speaking. Having to hear children laughing around the house is creepy enough but wailing? Holy Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright whether this story is for real or fake, it's up to you to believe it but it doesn't really matter. It's the thought that counts. Thought of planning before coming to a decision that abortion's the best choice. After all, there are many stories similiar to this; saying that after abortion, the child continue to live in the house. It might be a folklore made up by the elders just to ensure that their offsprings or anyone whom they care and love for don't make mistakes. No one never knows. Either way, there many more do's and don'ts when a female is pregnant. That's what my grandmother and mother told me, so I thought it would be nice to share it with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These action are strictly prohibited:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hammering things in the house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unclogging the potty/toilet bowl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving the furniture around the house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing with fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing with sharp items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just to name a few actually. The reason why these are prohibited? It's believed that whenever a female's pregnant, the spirit of the child be staying in the house before actually entering the cast/body. So, it's said that the child spirit will injure itself by trying to imitate or perhaps we accidentally injuring the spirit in the process of doing anything of the above. This will lead to any physical or mental injuries when the child is born. Still, cutting vegetables or meat is a must in everyday life right? I was told that we must warn the spirit before proceeding with any of the necessary actions that needs to be undertaken. Again, it's up to you to believe it. I guess, I am done for today!:) Take care peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319888156066327506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 133px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQKF4skK9I/AAAAAAAAAuA/lnnyc0PUMM4/s200/2022346573_777c2bd430.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Uncertainty and mystery are energies of life. Don't let them scare you unduly, for they keep boredom at bay and spark creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;R. I. Fitzhenry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-April 2nd 2009-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-2955784340725579722?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2955784340725579722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=2955784340725579722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2955784340725579722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2955784340725579722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-as-long-as-i-remember-i-have-seen.html' title='Life&apos;s Just So Cruel'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SdQGvd3LHxI/AAAAAAAAAsw/4qPapjhrfgk/s72-c/Lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-4951631867866710003</id><published>2009-03-08T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:41:20.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>They Say Yes, We Say No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPcBskOFCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/jdly-QE2uR8/s1600-h/2051559188_ed6cd3fdb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPcBskOFCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/jdly-QE2uR8/s200/2051559188_ed6cd3fdb8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310830307301004322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPXrJyyJKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rlgD4WmVyno/s1600-h/PCH6632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPXrJyyJKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rlgD4WmVyno/s200/PCH6632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310825521963213986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little did I know that a relationship between a father and son usually turns sour when we reach a certain age; how do we know that? It's when we find that what they have to say are completely unacceptable. Yes, unacceptable. We can't really accept what they have to say.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; They want things or issues to be done their way, but we have our own solutions and thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPcBwF7FAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/w56C2hfUUgk/s1600-h/727358240_e0970a8aee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPcBwF7FAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/w56C2hfUUgk/s200/727358240_e0970a8aee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310830308247671810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From here, we tend to quarrel even over the slightest things. From quarrelling over which highway is to be used to get to KL, whether Kesas or Federal to quarelling over a brand of clothes; buying Emporio Armani T-shirts are better than buying QuikSilver surfing pants. It never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I have come to realise that most of us guys out there don't really talk to our fathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had always thought that maybe this is just going on between me and my dad but I was so wrong. Quite a huge number of my guy friends have the same problem. I kinda 'interviewed' them asking whether did anyone of them face the same problem and guess what? We all agreed that we were in fact trying our very best to avoid them. Tired of the nagging, lectures or maybe even talking; we quickly finished up our dinner and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;'Poof'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we disappeared without them noticing. Why talking as well can lead to a squabble? When they are &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;downstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we're &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;upstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. When they are upstairs, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;we barricade ourselves in our room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not even a mosquitoe could penetrate the defenses we had set up for ourselves against our father. Communicating is so hard these days for us that we have no choice but to hide from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hey, don't get the wrong idea of me writing on this particular post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I am not trying to bad mouth my own dad alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In fact, I respect and looked up to him alot even though sometimes I have gotten too far with my words. Hope that he truly forgives me one day for being such a rascal. I also hope that I would do him proud one day. So, no. I am not such a person that would do such things behind their back. Anyway, I am just trying to highlight that most of the guys out there do in fact, have this problem back home. Well unless that you're a very, very obidient son that is. A type of son that doesn't even fight back, even if your dad says that you should stop playing basketball from now onwards. If this really does happen to me, it's &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPkzWERWaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/oKCT6G6zE1s/s1600-h/Honda-Civic-Hybrid-CVT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPkzWERWaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/oKCT6G6zE1s/s200/Honda-Civic-Hybrid-CVT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310839956347902370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;equalvailent to my life being taken away from me. Or perhaps, your father said "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's time to trade in your Honda Civic and get you a Kancil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Smiley face to you!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The reason? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPlHQHv8AI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fCsd_n2Q7TY/s1600-h/kancil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPlHQHv8AI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fCsd_n2Q7TY/s200/kancil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310840298349260802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The economy's bad and we should really save. He has a reason and he wants it to be done. So what you gonna do? Accept? But frankly speaking, if I am in such situation I would accept and from tomorrow onwards, I be taking a cab. I don't have a Honda  Civic but, Jesus! A Honda Civic being trade in for a Kancil. It's like unacceptable isn't it? Hah! How did I ever came up with that? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Owh well, moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the time came where we would say that they are out of their mind, they have no sense of fun and they are really lifeless. Or maybe they only care about themselves and never think of how we would feel. Now would you guys take those words back? Yes, most of us find it unreasonable when they start scolding us over a small problem. Frankly speaking, even I have this problem too and I am not afraid to admit it. This problem is actually common throughout the world. I can't help but to give examples of certain situations where my friends would find unreasonable; I myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Situation 1 : Complaining that having 10 songs to listen to a day is considered too much and over to them. How about the remaining 761 songs we have if they were to find out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Situation 2 : This is the most common situation I would say. Stop gaming. It's pointless and it's a complete waste of time. Even sitting by the comp they would complain. They suggested that we should do something more resourceful and beneficial. Example? Gardening. If you disagree, then go study now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Situation 3 : Complaining that we are spending too much time texting on the phone. Waste of money, waste of time and hazardous. Yes, hazardous. The radiation given out from the phones are really high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Situation 4 : So we don't game and we don't use the phone. We sit there watching the TV and they complains as well. "When you're not gaming or using your phone, you turn to TV."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Situation 5 : Ok fine, so now we don't use the comp, we dont text or call and we don't watch tv. What should we do? We study of course. Substituting the time we game, text or watch tv with studying the whole day then we decide to take a break by having a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, they came back and upon seeing us chilling, they nuke us, "You look so free why don't you go do some work?" How would you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Alright, it's a fact that many of us, guys out there do really face this certain problem when it comes to communicating with our dads. So how are we gonna handle it? Back then, I would always go against almost everything on what he say. Whether it's correct or wrong, I still can't accept. I don't know about you guys out there but now I would just agree on what my dad has to say. Even though most of the times I would find it unacceptable, I would just say &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Yea, you're right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, no squabble or quarrelling and it isn't hard to say that out be quiet the rest of the time. Actually, if either one of us give in, everything's settled but from my point of view, I would rather have the sons give in. Accept what your father has to say. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;After all, he is our beloved and respectable father right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Taking care of us ever since we were brought into this world by our beloved mums. Most of us had come to think that they are actually finding faults in us and hated us for who we were. Always saying that they regretted doing this or that for us. Hey, don't get all fired up and start a fight over this. Calm down and when you come to your senses, you will know that the reason the nagging and lectures they gave us are because they care for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, getting too sentimental. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPmVtZ5VqI/AAAAAAAAAso/PIXVp8t9sMU/s1600-h/father-and-son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPmVtZ5VqI/AAAAAAAAAso/PIXVp8t9sMU/s200/father-and-son.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310841646239798946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I missed those times when my dad used to bring me to the beach back in Penang when I was younger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-March 8 2009-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-4951631867866710003?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4951631867866710003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=4951631867866710003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4951631867866710003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4951631867866710003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-say-yes-we-say-no.html' title='They Say Yes, We Say No'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SbPcBskOFCI/AAAAAAAAAsI/jdly-QE2uR8/s72-c/2051559188_ed6cd3fdb8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-4538861048995159681</id><published>2009-02-23T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:00:50.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Pictures Speak A Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOzPvm0hGI/AAAAAAAAArg/_mErTXN2fUk/s1600-h/mona_lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOzPvm0hGI/AAAAAAAAArg/_mErTXN2fUk/s200/mona_lisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306281869031277666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paintings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Whatever the painting is, there's a story behind it. Show a painting of a woman smiling, stories can be narrated. Take the famous &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Mona Lisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a woman painted a few hundred years ago. Why is it so famous in the first place? The smile you see, is enchanting. The painting is said to have it's life of it's own when you look long enough on it. it's like Mona Lisa's actually smiling at you. Now now, it would be totally freaky wouldn't it? I wouldn't want that to happen. Would you? Alright, getting back on track, there're tonnes of stories being told on why Mona Lisa's smiling so sweetly when the painting of her is being drawn by the ever famous &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sorry, my bad. I ain't gonna give you history classes on Leonardo Da Vinci. it's just that many rich man favour pictures. I mean pictures with people drawn in it. Truthfully, I never favour pictures like this before. Moreover pictures drawn by people? Over a lifespan of 100 years? no way! Where am I getting at? The hauntings of course! You never know what the picture might bring along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sadly, I just revealed that I feel uneasy when dealing with paintings of people smiling in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I mean, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;the longer you stare at the painting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Alright enough of this. I am never going to stare at one painting of a person whether smiling or sulking. Never. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Gives me the creeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaO0dxjXI1I/AAAAAAAAAro/A7qN2iUNuXk/s1600-h/gallery1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaO0dxjXI1I/AAAAAAAAAro/A7qN2iUNuXk/s200/gallery1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306283209583436626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ne, let me just get straight to the point, I had an ex-primary classmate who wrote down this story to me a few weeks back. This story took place last year and it was so kind of her to share it with me. Her father, an avid painting collector had his hands on a painting from Indonesia. It's a painting of a gorgeous lady dressed in a traditional custome&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(she was not able to describe the painting quite well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sitting down politely with her hands on her lap staring blankly. No emotions at all. that's what she told me. it could be that she's sad, it could be that she's happy or it could be that she's looking into the eyes of someone she loves with affection. Either way, when the picture reached the doorsteps of her house, her maid who has been working with them for years freaked out upon seeing it, claiming that the picture isn't at all good.  My friend's father felt upset upon hearing that and scolded the maid, telling the maid to keep her opinions to herself.  Feeling proud of the picture, he hung it at the main frame in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her dog didn't feel good at all, having the picture around. A playful pug it was before, it never stepped into the living room again and can be often found hiding in the corner of one room. The maid too refused to work any longer and decided to resign tomorrow but my friend decided to talk her out of it. Meanwhile, her dad was so proud of the picture and on certain occasions, brought his friends over to enjoy the painting. They were keen to buy from her dad but no matter what figures they put up, he would not sell. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Days passed and thing seems pretty normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; until one particular night, she heard the dog whining. Try as hard as she could, my friend could not put herself to sleep. The whining of the dog is unbearable. Unable to cope with it any longer, she opened her bedroom door and intend to find out what was wrong with Poco. As soon as she sopened the door, she heard someone humming. She stopped and listen while Poco kept whining. The humming sounded so miserable and it seems that the whole environment was in such dreadful mood. No wonder Poco had been whining the whole time. But my friend was confused. Confused on who was humming late in the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then realised that the humming had stopped and now, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;a soft spoken voice could be heard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Something was obviously not right. It couldn't be the maid, it couldn't be her dad&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(obviously).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaO1rG7gxQI/AAAAAAAAArw/A3rBRsKuXCI/s1600-h/887135744_83a6f96bcc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaO1rG7gxQI/AAAAAAAAArw/A3rBRsKuXCI/s200/887135744_83a6f96bcc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306284538171802882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;could'nt be her mum either. She remembered clearly that her elder sister won't be back from Australia until December. She could not identify the voice and naturally, fear overcame her. She told me that she did not know what to do but poor Poco was whining so loud that anyone could know that the dog was scared. She wanted to bring Poco up. Slowly making down the steps where the view of the living room is getting clearer, she peeked from the staircase. Whoever that was below was still talking. What she saw next was not imaginary but somehow surreal. Her legs froze on the spot not able to move. She wanted to scream but her voice was not to be found. That was what she told me. Upon seeing his beloved master, Poco ran up the stairs and jumped onto my friend casuing her to fall back. Realising she could move again, she quickly made a beat into her parents room. Who wouldn't right? The very next day, she planned to tell her parents about what she saw. But her parents told her that she was dreaming or hallucinating. her father even stayed up all night at the living room to prove her wrong.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaO3IzVJYLI/AAAAAAAAAr4/EpVcQfblxIY/s1600-h/338972818_a27694c907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaO3IzVJYLI/AAAAAAAAAr4/EpVcQfblxIY/s200/338972818_a27694c907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306286147818315954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's getting to long, I will just cut it short on what she saw and what happened the very next nigth her dad decided to stay up in the living room. She claimed that she saw a dark shadowy figure sitting below the painting. All she could make out is seeing that the figure has very &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long hair, untidied and messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For the whole period where the voice was talking, it kept saying and repeating this statements which I had translated it into English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"Where are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;" Why don't you come?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"My heart is full of sorrow without you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Clearly enough the voice belongs to the figure and whoever that was below the painting, was the girl from the picture. She had no doubt on it. Her father instead, the very next morning sold the painting to a greedy friend of his for a whopping amount of money. If asked what happened that night, his reply was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I spent the whole night thinking, and realised that now the economy is bad, need money to support business."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hah! i wouldn't ask more if I were you. For my friend, instead of feeling scared now, she felt pity for the girl in the painting instead. Well then, update sometime when i am free then! Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-February 24 2009-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-4538861048995159681?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4538861048995159681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=4538861048995159681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4538861048995159681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4538861048995159681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-pictures-speak-thousand-words.html' title='When Pictures Speak A Thousand Words'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOzPvm0hGI/AAAAAAAAArg/_mErTXN2fUk/s72-c/mona_lisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-9095454855901448244</id><published>2009-02-23T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:43:24.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Reason To Live For</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOuhIiDNnI/AAAAAAAAAqg/G-vN12SLYUQ/s1600-h/2262703491_9a3024cf00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOuhIiDNnI/AAAAAAAAAqg/G-vN12SLYUQ/s200/2262703491_9a3024cf00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306276670221792882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ahhh~~&lt;/span&gt; Sunrise. Adding with the mist so tranquil and relaxing, it's a new day I would always want to wake up to. With such a cool ambience around, a cup of warm coffee will be perfect.  Perfect? Hold your horses right there! Perfect. Perfect? Nothing's ever perfect to me. Not in this current life of mine. Ever wondered why we were given a pair of hands by the creator? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One hand is to help ourselves and the other, to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I quoted it from someone but I find it real true. Don't be so selfish right? Help someo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOu175FjNI/AAAAAAAAAqo/GBdsiTVMOt0/s1600-h/r143346_497769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOu175FjNI/AAAAAAAAAqo/GBdsiTVMOt0/s200/r143346_497769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306277027606006994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ne else with the other hand. This statement somehow made me realise how lucky am I to be myself currently. Not having to live in a world like Ethiopia; a country which has been facing an abundant of food for years. Food crisis to be exact. I don't think that anyone out there really cares on what people in the other part of the world are currently going through. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;That's a fact that can't be denied.&lt;/span&gt; Most of us just live our everyday lives; mostly wasting precious time in pointless activities when they know that, with their pair of hands during free time, they can make a whole lot difference by contributing. Whether anot in the form of donation, food, or clothing, it's just the thought that counts. When you have the thought of helping, you'll definitely contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOw2dp9viI/AAAAAAAAArA/dbGzvd1RKuE/s1600-h/mangyan-child-with-bloted-belly-480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOw2dp9viI/AAAAAAAAArA/dbGzvd1RKuE/s200/mangyan-child-with-bloted-belly-480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306279235692641826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethiopia, a part of East Africa has an estimated amount of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;facing poverty and severe food shortages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; From poverty, it leads to insufficient food. As nobody has enough money to buy food home. I ain't exaggerating at all folks. An extract from an article which i found on the web. it tells the tale of a boy having a bloated stomach. No, not because he's fat or ate too much. Remember Ethiopia's having a food crisis? The bloating stomach isn't caused by eating too much but caused by intestinal worms. Intestinal Worms are categorized into may different species but the longest intestinal worm can grow up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;35cm&lt;/span&gt; in length. One particular species, the Round Worm is common around the world. Why I say it's common? As, it's population is estimated to be&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; quater of the world's population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Back to the Ethiopians. in small villages throughout Ethiopia, many children are suffering from this particular disease due to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malnutrition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOxQ-_OpQI/AAAAAAAAArI/kqiO6YNPEBg/s1600-h/malnutrition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOxQ-_OpQI/AAAAAAAAArI/kqiO6YNPEBg/s200/malnutrition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306279691316798722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually, the ones who are suffering from malnutrition has very skinny&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOxbINAkyI/AAAAAAAAArQ/p4oal4cmTiE/s1600-h/hunger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOxbINAkyI/AAAAAAAAArQ/p4oal4cmTiE/s200/hunger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306279865589207842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; legs. Actualy, not just the legs but the whole body excluding the bloated stomach. If they are not suffering from malnutrition, then the children will be thin to the bones. So thin that right beneath the skin is nothing more but bone. I have know about the problems that Ethiopia has been facing for sometime but I couldn't do much. If only I could help them more. So, I urge everyone out there who happen to read this post, to somehow think about how lucky you are and try to help them in any way. As for me, I am doing a job by raising an awareness through blogging and also donating toInternational NGOs like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unicef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOxl7VPpoI/AAAAAAAAArY/BD9SNmA54pk/s1600-h/96577723_3a6672d397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOxl7VPpoI/AAAAAAAAArY/BD9SNmA54pk/s200/96577723_3a6672d397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306280051112650370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For further inquiries, try contacting Unicef through this link. Click &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.unicef.org/infobycountry/ethiopia_contact.html"&gt;Unicef.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about the articles on the severe food shortages of Ethiopia, click &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/infobycountry/ethiopia_44260.html"&gt;Kind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.unicef.org/infobycountry/ethiopia_12162.html"&gt;Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-February 24 2008-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-9095454855901448244?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/9095454855901448244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=9095454855901448244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/9095454855901448244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/9095454855901448244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-reason-to-live-for.html' title='A New Reason To Live For'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SaOuhIiDNnI/AAAAAAAAAqg/G-vN12SLYUQ/s72-c/2262703491_9a3024cf00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-1276117488628053598</id><published>2009-02-10T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:09:48.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A Distance Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SZGXvwbEN3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/I8-69Y0ax_w/s1600-h/meadow-1280x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SZGXvwbEN3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/I8-69Y0ax_w/s200/meadow-1280x800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301185083099854706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A meadow of tall green grasses where the sun beems brightly giving every living creature and plant a more meaningful and joyous day ahead. Grasses sway to the direction of the wind is blowing; creating such beautiful and calming sight, a gentle river flows in between the meadow and cropfield, the finishing touch to a scenery where one would be enticed to give up a busy city life and turn to live in the peace of times.. Just when things are getting bette&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SZGXGnmfYFI/AAAAAAAAAqI/YOawhvUsaig/s1600-h/dark_clouds_at_hawsker_470x313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SZGXGnmfYFI/AAAAAAAAAqI/YOawhvUsaig/s200/dark_clouds_at_hawsker_470x313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301184376357216338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r, a dark heavy cloud flew in; eating up the sun and spreading the land with nothing but darkness. All joyful thoughts turned to sorrow within minutes. Flashes of thunder could be seen, no doubt that a thunderstorm is to be unleashed in this once plesant field. This probably best describes the changes my mood went through as I realised that most of my friends are leaving for Adelaide in exactly &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;23 hours and 30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If you must know why I am in such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;solemn mood,&lt;/span&gt; it is because I was to leave with them as well.. Just a short and random rant of me.. I was supposed to leave with the 2 of my friends and we had all planned well till I find out I didn't do quite well in one of my subjects..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; Depressed and disappointed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What I could do now is to wish them all the best and have the best of times before I join them in the next semester. Gonna miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leong Chee Kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sylvia Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vernon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: Gabriel please take care of Chee Kin aite? Lol. Show him the noobness you've got in yaXD. Be sure to have your hair long enough before I see ya. Hahaha! Take care bro!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: Chee Kin, I be joining ya soon! You can bet on that! Don't let Gab's gayness influence ya. Take care aite?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: Sylvia and Vernon, I am sure gonna miss you 2 lots:P I will see ya real soon in Adelaide! Take Care!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SZGYs_DIiRI/AAAAAAAAAqY/AE9wPn6DWPA/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SZGYs_DIiRI/AAAAAAAAAqY/AE9wPn6DWPA/s200/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301186134998026514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Even though a great distance is between us, our memories of past and present shall unite us once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-February 10 2009-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-1276117488628053598?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1276117488628053598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=1276117488628053598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/1276117488628053598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/1276117488628053598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2009/02/lifes-just-so-miserable.html' title='A Distance Apart'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SZGXvwbEN3I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/I8-69Y0ax_w/s72-c/meadow-1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-7230970631857197158</id><published>2009-02-05T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:20:10.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>As Time Passes By Slowly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr6VPVE_dI/AAAAAAAAApA/wu8AaUJKVMo/s1600-h/Clock-Louvre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr6VPVE_dI/AAAAAAAAApA/wu8AaUJKVMo/s200/Clock-Louvre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299323154353946066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;18..,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;20..,&lt;/span&gt; Seconds counting down on a quiet Chinese New Year for her. Laid back on the sofa, alone by herself in the empty living hallway and with a twitch of a muscle, she put up a fading smile and sigh; a fading smile that I could easily decipher. A fading smile that I would assume that in her mind, the living hallway having to be filled with love, joy and laughter. Family I could tell. All her beloved children and grandchildren are there to visit her. After all, it's what all elderly would wish for. I would say that most of us out there never really understand and appreciate what we have now. Not until you realise you're getting old and your life long partner isn't by your side no more. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only anyone of us truly understand what family means..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  At the old age of 85, she's still healthy and going strong but for what point she asks herself.. Having to live so long but never did her children or grandchildren really have the heart to visit her even if they did,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; a simple 'Ma'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and off her children to chit-chatting about the latest shopping clothes or how well their business is doing; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A simple 'Ah Ma'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and off her grandchilren to fiddling their 'respectable' handphones. She sits there alone thinking deep, what's the point of having a Chinese New Year when everyone's busy with themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ah Ma, Happy Chinese New Year and I wish you longevity and joy as always"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards her and wished her. Crouching down and then offered her a bag of fresh mandarins, the warm smile that I missed so much appeared before me. I remembered the smile which always greeted me every everning after my kindergarten class ends at 4. She would wait acr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr6x-EOjbI/AAAAAAAAApI/G7ScpymNG3k/s1600-h/2528173962_8ec61ffa43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr6x-EOjbI/AAAAAAAAApI/G7ScpymNG3k/s200/2528173962_8ec61ffa43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299323647936073138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oss the road where the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noob driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who would always leave me, a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;4 year old kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; back then; alone by the road. Cars were zooming pass and devils were lurking at every corner persuading me to take a step forward but I never did. As, my grandmother always shouted to me not to move. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being a good little boy:P,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I never budged. My grandmother would always wait 5 minutes before the driver put me down and would walk across the road to walk me back home. She would take care of me everyday judging that my mum was busy taking care of my sister. From there, I knew I had a special bond between me and my grandmother. The loud snort from my obnoxious aunt broke the reminiscence I was having and I realised my grandma's face changed from that instant I wished her a Happy CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough she thanked me and gave me an angpao, she asked me who I was with a warm smile. I told her that I was one of her grandchildren. She gave me a surprised look as she had completely f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr-sIA-S_I/AAAAAAAAApw/3ZixdLfxmFQ/s1600-h/tears-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr-sIA-S_I/AAAAAAAAApw/3ZixdLfxmFQ/s200/tears-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299327945574075378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orgotten about me. The very grandson she took care of and loved dearly. I wouldn't blame it all on her though. I blame it all on her so called sons who had neglected her. The very grandchildren of hers had too contributed to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;negligience.&lt;/span&gt; Leaving her by herself all day, time slowly ate way her precious memories of the past. If I had insisted on having my grandmother to come and stay with us, it wouldn't had turn out to be like this. I hoped that somehow, someday, she would remember me and say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ah Siong, finish up your fish head! Don't waste food!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she was the one who initiate the eternal lust and hunger for fish heads at the very tender &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr-a7fXdBI/AAAAAAAAApo/SFHR5Xe_reo/s1600-h/240821741_1e96194b54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr-a7fXdBI/AAAAAAAAApo/SFHR5Xe_reo/s200/240821741_1e96194b54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299327650154116114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;age of 4! I wrote all of the above not just because I want to share with you peeps on how much I treasure the memories I had with my grandmother; considering the fact that she asked me who I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whether I was married &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;6 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and why am I here? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;11 times;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to highlight on the unwanted eld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr9hXYiz7I/AAAAAAAAApg/0Vy_4o36x9c/s1600-h/1922578249_690f6da182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr9hXYiz7I/AAAAAAAAApg/0Vy_4o36x9c/s200/1922578249_690f6da182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299326661209280434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erly in the old folks home around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seeing the loss of my grandmother's memory due to some negligience, it's the same thing as what the elderly people are facing in the old folk's home. Neglecting your very own parents and then sending them; your parents who took care of you through thick and thin, nurturing you into you yourself today and be there for you when you fall; in return getting repaid by sending them off to an old folk's home and expecting others to take care of them? Giving excuses like I can't support him/her or I got no time for them is totally unacceptable. I ain't gonna drag on about what most beasts out there did. So, let me cut it short and plead;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"Whomever is having loads of free time, why not pay a visit to any old folks home nearby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money isn't what they want, food isn't what they are seeking neither, nor clothing as they have plenty. Instead, why don't anyone out there try and go over and make them smile? To me, their smile would not only lighten up their day but it brings a whole new meaning to their lonely life. Let them know that there's someone out there who will always be there for them and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr9L7dsN5I/AAAAAAAAApY/rhv-3-CSwdA/s1600-h/156776492_45cfa304cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr9L7dsN5I/AAAAAAAAApY/rhv-3-CSwdA/s200/156776492_45cfa304cf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299326292937422738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Their smile would not only lighten up their day but it brings a whole new meaning to their lonely life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the previous post I had mentioned what my dream goal would be. Aside from that, I would want to build up more centres for the unwanted elders or tear down useless and pointless locations and turn them into a centre for the elderly. Start by tearing down AC and any other useless clubs out there. As a matter of fact, I had planned that anyday that I am free, I would certainly go and pay a visit to one old folk's home this year. It's my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;New Year Resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What I had said, I would do:P So do your bit by brightening up their day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYsACLd3Y6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/B0OJ9EzR0Fk/s1600-h/4694222-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYsACLd3Y6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/B0OJ9EzR0Fk/s200/4694222-md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299329423969313698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;If only I have the power to do much more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-February 5 2009-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-7230970631857197158?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7230970631857197158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=7230970631857197158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7230970631857197158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7230970631857197158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-time-passes-by-slowly.html' title='As Time Passes By Slowly..'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYr6VPVE_dI/AAAAAAAAApA/wu8AaUJKVMo/s72-c/Clock-Louvre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-529635598961383814</id><published>2009-02-03T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:56:12.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Of Dreams and Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhC-KYP_FI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ZjNSfz17YGM/s1600-h/gu_boyintree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhC-KYP_FI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ZjNSfz17YGM/s200/gu_boyintree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298558597306776658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lying on a sandy beach while looking at the sun set in the far horizon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's like a mere dream that won't happen to a person like me but somehow, I am ready to prove it wrong. Having to grow up back in Penang where a railroad lays just a few metres away from the house, I would say I grew up in a rough and shaky childhood. Each time the train passes by, the whole house would shake like it's going to topple down at any moment. Despite all that, a huge tree stands strong at the courtyard &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhDUah_pvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WGox6pP1VWg/s1600-h/2495299268_c5c7f329df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhDUah_pvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/WGox6pP1VWg/s200/2495299268_c5c7f329df.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298558979599738610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of the house till this very day. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Reminiscing the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where I used to climb up the tree whenever it's time for lunch or dinner, to escape the wrath of both my furious grandmother and mother and instead, to enjoy watching the cars passing by my house. Worry not, I did eventually climbed down later as they threatened to call my dad. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The old times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Back then I was just 3 somehow, the memory still stays fresh in me. Staying in Penang where seasides and resorts are easily accesible to me and my family had instilled a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;childhood dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in me. I told myself that I wanted to own an island when I grow up and till now, I never gave up on that dream. Being a naturalist or and environmentalist, it hurts each time seeing the very same island i grew up turning into nothing more than a dying island. Since the world today is populated by selfish and mindless people , there's no doubt that the seas will all be polluted today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;To achieve such dream goal, it takes time and most importantly hardwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know that someday I would be able to achieve that goal if I put much determination and hardwork in it. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Unlike some rich peeps out there, they have the money to do such a thing but instead they burn it all up in pointless activities such as clubbing, drinking and gambling. It's just don't make any sense to me. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Where's the fun in all that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Still, it ain't my concern. After all, it's their money. I planned myself that after graduating, I am gonna &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhD2ozyDBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/slvvqugWQt4/s1600-h/pawan-9866-Maldive-Islands-pearls-Indian-Ocean-vacation-tourism-Island-Sailors-Kuludhufushi-port-Hithadhoo-maldive-islands-ppt-powerpoint-118_88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhD2ozyDBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/slvvqugWQt4/s200/pawan-9866-Maldive-Islands-pearls-Indian-Ocean-vacation-tourism-Island-Sailors-Kuludhufushi-port-Hithadhoo-maldive-islands-ppt-powerpoint-118_88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298559567547993106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;work hard and earn bug bucks. Having to do so, I will then buy an island. Buying an island doesn't stop there. What's the point of having an empty island? Of course, I would love to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhFqMJyfMI/AAAAAAAAAng/VVv06bFp0rs/s1600-h/579414166l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhFqMJyfMI/AAAAAAAAAng/VVv06bFp0rs/s200/579414166l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298561552720493762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; establish a resort! Especially overwater villas:P In case you happen to not know what &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overwater villas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are, they are in fact bungalows built above the sea. Thinking bout it just makes me go crazy. And of course, if I manage to achieve all these, I would certainly build my dream house on the island itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do dream alot huh? Nah, I have no intentions of dreaming about this for long! I told myself  I am gonna do this and I would certainly would! No doubt about it! I stole some pictures from the web hoping that you peeps can get a clearer picture of what my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dream goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be, Enjoy!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhGHtX8V8I/AAAAAAAAAno/Z4gmnd5HHVk/s1600-h/01bora_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhGHtX8V8I/AAAAAAAAAno/Z4gmnd5HHVk/s200/01bora_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562059854436290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhGVumP94I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Klb6tqsOZyc/s1600-h/borabora1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhGVumP94I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Klb6tqsOZyc/s200/borabora1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562300701046658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhGjKBnXyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/zdtfToR-Ni4/s1600-h/Taha%27a44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhGjKBnXyI/AAAAAAAAAn4/zdtfToR-Ni4/s200/Taha%27a44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562531401883426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhG74g6NUI/AAAAAAAAAoA/VUvAV7FNfUU/s1600-h/Intercontinental-Bora-Bora-Thalasso-Island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhG74g6NUI/AAAAAAAAAoA/VUvAV7FNfUU/s200/Intercontinental-Bora-Bora-Thalasso-Island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298562956198032706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhHLQxV8GI/AAAAAAAAAoI/c0ny6yzGHps/s1600-h/dream_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhHLQxV8GI/AAAAAAAAAoI/c0ny6yzGHps/s200/dream_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298563220407447650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Picture courtesy of the Bora Bora Islands located in French Polynesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the Bora Bora island is the world's best tropical island in the world! I highly recommend you newly weds to have your honeymoon there! Hopefully, by the age of 40++ I would be able to achieve this dream goal of mine and would definitely be able to lie down at the white sandy beach and look at the sun set in the far horizonn every single evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhJX29CBwI/AAAAAAAAAog/im2pX_HxbIw/s1600-h/353473812_19de525806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhJX29CBwI/AAAAAAAAAog/im2pX_HxbIw/s200/353473812_19de525806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298565635838707458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being able to lie down at teh white sandy beach and look at the sun set in the far horizon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhJqJq8rEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/lcS_iFHIx0w/s1600-h/Bora-Bora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhJqJq8rEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/lcS_iFHIx0w/s200/Bora-Bora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298565950100778050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Just can't wait to have an orange juice while enjoying such breathtaking view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-February 3 2009-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-529635598961383814?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/529635598961383814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=529635598961383814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/529635598961383814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/529635598961383814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-dreams-and-goals.html' title='Of Dreams and Goals'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYhC-KYP_FI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ZjNSfz17YGM/s72-c/gu_boyintree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-2149686228988322198</id><published>2009-02-01T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T03:34:35.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWFGyfTfUI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/54OpdWIgyLg/s1600-h/surprised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWFGyfTfUI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/54OpdWIgyLg/s200/surprised.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297786888350039362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait, it's already Chinese New Year? I can barely get over Christmas and Chinese New Year just flew in. I was told since young that it's the time where relatives from all around the country or world returns to their hometown and have a reunion. The time for us Chinese longed for has finally arrived. Wishing the elders longevity and prosperity and in return the married&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWFPivirII/AAAAAAAAAmY/z0zgf_BZ4pA/s1600-h/steamboat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWFPivirII/AAAAAAAAAmY/z0zgf_BZ4pA/s200/steamboat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297787038741998722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; couples or elderly would present the young ones with a red packet. Steamboat is a must for dinner and lunch. Cousins, Siblings, In-laws reunite and mixed emotions can be seen. Reminiscing onto the past, drinking to one another's achievements or success and most importantly, enjoying one another's company. Whatever the dispute is between one another, it's quickly forgotten. That's what Chinese New Year is all about............back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese New Year I know now is perhaps much more different than any other peep's out there. To many, it ain't no family reunion no more. Many looked forward to this day for the red &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWHltT22DI/AAAAAAAAAmw/k1AbLs6-1Hw/s1600-h/95429975_47c3cf0ffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWHltT22DI/AAAAAAAAAmw/k1AbLs6-1Hw/s200/95429975_47c3cf0ffe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297789618559047730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;packets and gamblin sessions. If one would say to me that nah I missed my grandmother very much, gotta return to check on her. Hah! I would think twice before I say that. For the current generation of teenagers and young adults, the tradition seemed nothing to them. No one truly understand the point of CNY no more. I'm saying this as I myself feel this way as well. The number of houses that would decorate their front doors wi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWGoDRr1qI/AAAAAAAAAmo/vpdzeMY0_ZY/s1600-h/GD4639040%40A-Palestinian-boy-run-4547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWGoDRr1qI/AAAAAAAAAmo/vpdzeMY0_ZY/s200/GD4639040%40A-Palestinian-boy-run-4547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297788559303628450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;th red lanterns and red cloth dwindled year by year. Even my 'kiasu' neighbours who used to hang 20 red lanterns and red miniature lights around the house and would then show me some 'pig face' back then decided to hang &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWF89qu0DI/AAAAAAAAAmg/nolLC5ES9DA/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWF89qu0DI/AAAAAAAAAmg/nolLC5ES9DA/s200/610x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297787819063693362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only 1 red lantern and 1 red cloth by the door recently. As for fire crackers? I remembered having to play many types of fireworks especially the fire sticks which would light up in many colours when you lit them; and now? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Kudos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the police force who are doing good jobs in seizing all the fire crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'A few years back, I was watching my brother and cousins playing the firesticks when a neighbour of mine of different race came out and shouted at us to stop playing the firecrackers and threatened to call the police. We had no choice but to go back home.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year to me,.. it's the time where I am most reluctant to go through. Having to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWID02wnBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/QFqAJP9bd-c/s1600-h/n_01trafficjam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWID02wnBI/AAAAAAAAAm4/QFqAJP9bd-c/s200/n_01trafficjam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297790135980563474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;travel an estimated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;365kilometres&lt;/span&gt; back to Penang just to visit my relatives and my only grandmother is somehow tiring for me. Don't get me wrong, I do intend to return and visit my grandmother. After all, she took care of me back then and I was her favourite grandson. Imagine having to sit in the car for 3-4 hours. 3-4 hours seemed like an eternity to me. Let's not forget it's a festive season eh? The North South Expressway is sure to jam. Hah! This years's CNY was't as interesting as last year so I ain't gonna say much on it but I would love to highlight on 2008's CNY as it was the worse yet interesting CNY for me. Why so? As it took us roughly 9 hours&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to reach Penang. I mean, come on?!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;9 hours?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The amount of time spent is the same as driving to Penang and back to KL. The 9 hours I had in the car was tormenting but I managed to get over it. How? I spent the past 9 hours observing other vehicles and thinking deep on whether it was worth it to spend 9 hours to just to return back to Penang. Eventually, I came up with this fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The main fact is undoubtly this; it's Chinese New Year but I see more Malays than the Chinese stuck within the jam last year. (7 out of 10 cars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Raya is more lively as compared to the CNY as more firecrackers can be heard playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tis year itself when I returned home, there were 4 different accidents which took place and all the vehicles slowed down to watch (as usual). Only 1 car belong to a Chinese guy and he was the victim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Nah, it's just a random statement. No offense to anyone but it's the truth I'm speaking about. Racisim? If you think the 3 facts above contains racist remarks then ask yourself, majority of the population of this country are Malays right? It's Chinese New Year and of course, it's gonna be a public holiday. Who wouldn't return back to their hometown for a week? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would like to wish a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to a best friend of mine, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Johnathan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; More like a brother to me. Well then John, I wish you all the best and hope that your dreams will be achieved as expected bro! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brothers for life!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWDITGy05I/AAAAAAAAAmI/buPU1F5gGBo/s1600-h/IMG_3332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWDITGy05I/AAAAAAAAAmI/buPU1F5gGBo/s200/IMG_3332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297784715262219154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeap, the dood on the far right. Owh ya, Hopefully we can get our brand thing started soon:P &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too bad for me, he didn't do this for me for my birthday:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, see ya peeps some other time:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-February 1 2009-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-2149686228988322198?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2149686228988322198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=2149686228988322198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2149686228988322198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2149686228988322198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year-blues.html' title='Chinese New Year Blues'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SYWFGyfTfUI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/54OpdWIgyLg/s72-c/surprised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-7570201539851398528</id><published>2009-01-12T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:56:02.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regular'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SWthEeRJ8AI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zf6DMRGxz5o/s1600-h/2022346573_777c2bd430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SWthEeRJ8AI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zf6DMRGxz5o/s200/2022346573_777c2bd430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290428916749168642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's either I sit alone in the dark while having to drift deep into my thoughts or out there playing the game of my life. It's been awhile now since I last talked on things that are related to myself. Well, I kinda feel uncomfortable on doing so but what the heck, I will just do it. Last year had been all fast paced for me. Never really knew what was going on till it happened. Mistakes, good deeds or sinister thoughts, whatever they are; they just seemed so yesterday. Time flies indeed. I use this term so many times. 2 years ago when I was finishing my 1st semester of the Business Foundation and then exactly a week ago. Some of my friends advised me whatever that has happened, just leave it be. But then, I tend to look back and wished that I can go back and correct all the silly mistakes I had done. I know it's impossible but I just hoped I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I somehow don't believe in this particular matter no more. I am somehow a person&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SWthcvVR2HI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Dvm7ivUzyJY/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SWthcvVR2HI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Dvm7ivUzyJY/s200/images2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290429333646727282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who ain't believing in &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no more. I am highlighting on romance. Yea sure, laugh at i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SWthVR0H-bI/AAAAAAAAAlw/PcoXAit-Dnw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SWthVR0H-bI/AAAAAAAAAlw/PcoXAit-Dnw/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290429205463955890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t if you want, I don't mind. To me, believing in it is already a hard task. I do sometimes envy my friends who are so in &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with their respectable girl friends. No, I am not writing this post as I am desperate for a girl. I have been living by myself ever since and I can continue living on. Perhaps I had once believed in this. Bah, it's just a random short post on this. But this issue here is in fact a vital source to my emoing moments and yea, I truly enjoy them:D. Healthy or not healthy, I live it up to you to say. Ok, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it kind of hard to express myself in words here. Needless to say, there's nothing I can write about myself as most of the time I am doing everything in routines. If it's not basketball, then it's gaming. I am having my 3 months break due to the summer holidays in Australia. Working I am, with my dad which I started last week. Never really enjoy a working life at all. I am still seeking the reason of living this current life of mine. Not to say that i am ending my life. No! I am just looking for something to do or perhaps.. I missed the times back in the first year of my foundations where I could hang out with John and Krishna but those times had since long ended. Aside from working my days off, I spent my days listening to hip hop/rap songs and i get my updates from my man Johnathan. I just can't get myself to listen to chinese songs or any other songs. I just can't seem to tune myself to them. It's unbearable to even listen to other genres. Well, Techno's still acceptable to me. As for Meng Sum and Julian Benedict, you two better get something to do! Aside from rotting at home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, staying at home dota-ing your noob brains off is practically doing nothing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that teh year 2008 was indeed a memorable one and I learnt something. Well, I guess I could shed some light on this issue though. I made several gay friends and bisexual friends itself the past year. I was traumatised when a long time friend of mine revealed to me that he was gay. I was traumatised but soon I got over it. This isn't the part I was shedding on at all. On several occasions, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Yes, it happens to me quite a number of times already) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I get a girl coming up to me asking me this sad question;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;gay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not proud of it. Never would. Yea, I add some colours to the 3 words just to make sure you peeps get a clear look at it. I just stood there and looked at her. I just can get myself to reply her at all. I mean, why do girls even suspect me of being a gay? Well, my very first confrontation was shocking and I was basically unable to reply her of course. I mean which part of me even looked gay? I resort to asking Judith, asking her to identify which part of me looked gay. Lol. The super duper &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TVXQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fan. Thanks alot Judith. Well, I forgotten what was her reply already. Soon enough, I grew accustomed to this questions and merely answered them with a barrage of random answers. I told myself as long I am not, I have nothing to worry about. Among the replies were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Yea, what if I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I shall/will leave the guessing to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Should I be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Would it break your heart if I told you the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope you will keep it a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well that's one of the few fun answers I gave them. the best part of it were their reactions of course! The word gay soon became part of my life. I used it daily. Now gay has tons of meaning behind it. Ranging from being cool to strong, it's being used widely. Not just by me, but by others as well. Whatever it is, I am a perfectly normal guy who is interested in the opposite gender but somehow, I still have problems believeing in &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, what else can I write about myself? I guess I had shed some details about the past year enough. I will update the next post tomorrow on a ghost story which I just got last night. Hope that you peeps would drop by and check it out!:P Before I end this random post of mine, click &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mike-alvear/sex-in-2009-five-predicti_b_156434.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to know more about 2009:P Take care peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SWthnqDyquI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_LxQpJKuDnI/s1600-h/48311807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SWthnqDyquI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_LxQpJKuDnI/s200/48311807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290429521209764578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;If only this is the world I could see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-January 12 2009-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-7570201539851398528?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7570201539851398528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=7570201539851398528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7570201539851398528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7570201539851398528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SWthEeRJ8AI/AAAAAAAAAlo/zf6DMRGxz5o/s72-c/2022346573_777c2bd430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-267139683409894941</id><published>2008-12-15T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:55:53.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Insights on The Existence</title><content type='html'>Just 2 days ago, a friend of mine had asked me to post more on the supernatural and I was kind of reluctant to do so at first. Never really have the mood to write on anything these days but since my friend suggested me doing so, I went with it. First of all, I am not trying to turn my blog into some blog that only contained horror stories. I basically talk on anything factual or fiction. Anyway, I was browsing through a variety of links when I came across this particular title that I find it kind of funny. Well, check it out for yourself from the following link :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/12/13/ap/strange/main4667260.shtml"&gt;http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/12/13/ap/strange/main4667260.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Even the supernatural beings do have a sense of justice after all. Perhaps? My opinion? He might been unlucky enough to come across a Penunggu. Malay spirits and ghosts initially attracted me into this supernatural frenzy in the first place. I truly believe in the existence of such beings. Unlike others, they have different class of spirits and ghsosts. Just to name a few;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Pontianak &lt;/span&gt;- Spirits of women that die at childbirth. Usually dressed in white as a sign of seeking revenge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Pocong&lt;/span&gt; - commonly described as a mummified ghost. Wrapped in white cloth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Hantu Raya &lt;/span&gt;- A spirit that usually takes on the form of it's owner to run errands. Something like a Doppelganger. In other countries, seeing a Doppelganger is said to bring bad luck. It's an omen or a sign of death.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orang Minyak &lt;/span&gt;- A ghost that is completely covered in black oil. They prey on young virgin woman. As they are covered in black oil, they are hard to catch (that's what they believe).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toyol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- A child spirit that is frequently used to steal things and have to be fed with blood everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orang Bunian&lt;/span&gt; - One of the Malay folklore ghosts that is said to be good. They are usually spotted deep in the jungle and appears to help people in need.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;When peo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdIu0vVViI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qp8SOzXQ9zQ/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdIu0vVViI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qp8SOzXQ9zQ/s200/08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280269057383552546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ple have problems with the supernatural, they don't go calling the Ghost Hunters bureau, they prefer the more traditional way which is to consult a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bomoh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not only it is cheaper, it's also more trustable. I have heard stories that bomohs &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(witch dotors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; usually 'hire' spirits to run errands for them. Errands ranging from guarding the house properties, protetcing them from curses or mortal harm to stealing&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; (depends on the character of the witch doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdINl8j0iI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HngmNiP9R-0/s1600-h/82401209000005%40web63315_mail_re1_yahoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdINl8j0iI/AAAAAAAAAkg/HngmNiP9R-0/s200/82401209000005%40web63315_mail_re1_yahoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280268486476812834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am not quite sure about the guardian spirits are called but it might be the penunggu. Either way, I am pretty sure about the stealing spirits. They are 'toyols' and definitely most of you out there know about them. Some people buy these spirits to guard their house for a price. Like the Hantu Raya itself is used to take care of the house when the owner or family isn't around. Taking the form of their master, they will be left in the house guarding. I have heard that the Hantu Raya can't talk as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hotspots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or so they are called, are locations where supernatural activities are frequent. I came across a website last night regarding the Ria Apartments. Well, Ria Apartments are known for hauntings. Even my dad has his own experience there as well. Ria represents happiness but wait till you read what people have to say and I don't think people would be happy no more. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;No offense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I am not trying to spoil the reputation of the firm but it's already reknown for it's frequent hauntings. People who came back from there have their very own fair share of tales to tell. Check out for more in the following link. Click &lt;a href="http://www.spookycorner.com/25/haunted-ria-apartment-genting-highlands/comment-page-2/#comment-7489"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt; Do check out more on the comments as alot of people post on their experiences after an overnight stay in Ria Apartments. Once again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;No Offense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright this tale is dated back to 1978. I meant the incident happened then. I got this tale from my uncle 2 years ago. I will just label him as Uncle K. He and his brothers &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;(my dad was studying in Australia at that time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were out for for the night and returned home in the wee hours&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdGrKS97AI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uVeT0jThh5I/s1600-h/spooky-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdGrKS97AI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uVeT0jThh5I/s200/spooky-house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280266795427425282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of the morning only to be greeted by an angry mother who had locked the main door. Looks like it that they will have to spend their night in a house which is within walking distance. A vacant house which has been emptied for 2 years now. They broke into the house and all slept in one room. Dusty as it is, they could not complain much. Drained out from all the fun they had just know, they all agreed that it was time for them to hit the sack. Things were normal at first, nothing peculiar happened. They were having good dreams when this uncle of mine woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle K is the 4th out of the 10 siblings and he claimed that he had been seeing weird &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdJKL6EHpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eMuzfekSS7o/s1600-h/0000003042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdJKL6EHpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/eMuzfekSS7o/s200/0000003042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280269527459045010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;things since he was a young boy. Ranging from pale white figures standing along the hallway at home to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdHceAVFBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ODOMWCyB9CU/s1600-h/Wooden_Clog.summ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdHceAVFBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ODOMWCyB9CU/s200/Wooden_Clog.summ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280267642531550226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gure staring at him with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloodshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eyes, he's very well gotten used to it he says. Only he and his elder brother could see these things. Bear in mind that having these pair of eyes does not actually allow you to see them 24/7. It only increases the chance of spotting them especially when you are in their 'territory' or when they want you to see them. By then, his brothers as well had woke up to a certain noise. You guys know what wooden clogs are right? Now, imagine you wearing the clogs while walking on a wooden pavement. What sort of noise would it make? I would say that it's a very annoying noise and since the house is vacant, I would say that the noise would be echoing throughout the house. Adding in the wooden pavement, it's a total nuiscance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;...Clok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Clok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clok ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdH4W3X0iI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nEN305ks7pw/s1600-h/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdH4W3X0iI/AAAAAAAAAkY/nEN305ks7pw/s200/moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280268121651270178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Judging from the noise, everyone could figure that whoever that was, was walking to and fro along the corridor. My youngest uncle whispered to Uncle K &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Eh, who's that ar? I thought that this house is abandoned?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Uncle K replied,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I know that. Something's not right. I think there are 'people' staying here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The situation began to get intense. Other uncles were shocked. For fear of being arrested for breaking into people's house. They had not get what Uncle K really meant. Talking and thinking of what they should do, Uncle K suddenly lifted up his hand which signifies, keep quiet. The annoying noise had stopped. What they can hear now is no longer the wooden clogs walking along the corridor. Instead, noises are now heard from the kitchen.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Looks like it that someone's hungry early in the morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one of his brothers suddenly speak. The sound of the spatula hitting the wok is echoed throughout the house. Uncle K whispered to himself trying not to scare the others &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"But who would be cooking 3.30 in the morning and moreover, this house is supposed to be vacant!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling something amissed, he then opened the door slightly and peeked through the hallway. Opening the main door, one could see the kitchen at the end and 2 bedrooms in the hallway. It's a rectangular shape type of house. Within seconds, he looked back and said to the his brothers, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I think we should leave the premises immidiately and when you leave the room, do not look back even if you hear anything. Don't ask why."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Walking out of the room as softly and fast as they could, they headed towards the main door. The cooking noise had not stopped even though they left the house. Feeling relieved that the house owner had not caught up with them nor realise that they were in the house, they walked back home. Uncle K kept quiet the entire night only to get a high fever the very next day. He told everything to my grandmother the very next morning of what happened the previous night. Furious, she scolded everyone. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Knowing that your brother can see all the nonsense you still bring him to that house!! Your brother brought you out of the house in time. You all very lucky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What my grandmother told them gave them goosebumps, the same goes with me when my uncle told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, he had told them not to look back as directly at the end of the hallway was the kitchen. He said that he saw a lady dressed in red with very long hair; but her hair were n&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdJcgB2KeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/uhAOQtHmTGg/s1600-h/hantu55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdJcgB2KeI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/uhAOQtHmTGg/s200/hantu55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280269842098039266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot tidied up. He described her hair as long and messy. The lady was cooking when he peeked through the door and something tells him to immidiately leave the house. He had completely forgotten that 2 years back, a couple used to live in the house. Eventually, the lady had a quarrel with her husband after catching him cheating on her and had comitted suicide wearing in red clothing. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comitting suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in red &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdI2g8ueWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/m7PQSQrfUjo/s1600-h/Slit_wrists_by_Kopperia_no_Hitsugi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SUdI2g8ueWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/m7PQSQrfUjo/s200/Slit_wrists_by_Kopperia_no_Hitsugi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280269189509970274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clothing signifies dying in a fit of anger and vengeance. He told me that the husband died of a very unnatural death a few days later. From what I have known, comitting suicide is a very sinful act and the spirits will either be tortured in hell or left wandering around or bound to the area of suicide for a long time. That might had explained the incident though. Since, sightings had been reported. Seeing a woman dressed in &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;standing by the window at night staring at anyone who passes by the house. Some also reported hearing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;cooking sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;weeping.&lt;/span&gt; A few years later, the house was demolished due to unknown reasons and since, no sightings were reported again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, that's all I have for today. Hope you peeps enjoy the story though. Like I always say, whether true or false it all depends on whether you yourself wants to believe. Whether to believe or laugh of at it, it's your choice. Best regards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncertainty and mystery are energies of life. Don't let them scare you unduly, for they keep boredom at bay and spark creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R. I. 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That's not the part I am concerned about. The part that had me questioning is this. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Reliefs the joint pain, enhances body and masculine needs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Shark's fin to deer's tail, these food are considered exotic. I assume. Well, do deer tails really help in relieving joint pain? Not just that, there are few other deer parts that are said to help in improving and enhancing certain part of the human body. Deer antlers for instance, are said to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;strengthen immune system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;improve sore muscles on limbs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; improves the efficiency of the kidneys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;revitalize your body and gives you extra energy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as well as, improving blood circulation and blood volume&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Awfully alot of benefits for just an antler right? Wait, there's this benefit that somehow amused me. It is said that the main purpose or belief is that the deer antlers actually&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; improves sexual disorders in men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Interesting isn't it? Come to think of it, from the economics point of view, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK4Kf02YJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/HEV5kGhWqMY/s1600-h/PH04WTDeerCreedite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK4Kf02YJI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/HEV5kGhWqMY/s200/PH04WTDeerCreedite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274480604085641362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the increased of demand for deer antlers are due to this benefit? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK466hZUKI/AAAAAAAAAig/gob9ROkAMwU/s1600-h/der_pzl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK466hZUKI/AAAAAAAAAig/gob9ROkAMwU/s200/der_pzl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274481435885523106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's also the deer pizzles. Know what a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;'pizzle'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really is? I somehow can't seem to find for the definition in the dictionary but I used wikipedia to look for it. Actually, looking at the benefits can actually help describe what pizzles really are. The 'pizzles' are believed to help improve the kidney function &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(that's one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, good for male sexuality &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;(that's two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and increases the number of sperms &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(that's three and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wootofook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). By now you can guess what pizzles actually are right? Sure, increasing the number of sperms by consuming an animal's pizzle. Wonderful. How in the world would a pizzle improves the quantity of sperms in a human body? Where's the logic in this? Of all animals, why a deer? Why not an elephant? Elephant has a bigger 'pizzle' right? Here's some links that can provide more information :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gov.ns.ca/natr/wildlife/lgmams/beargalls.htm"&gt;http://www.gov.ns.ca/natr/wildlife/lgmams/beargalls.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wonghoiantler.com/benefits.html"&gt;http://www.wonghoiantler.com/benefits.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedendurance.com/2008/06/19/shark-fin-soup-and-benefits-of-shark-cartilage/"&gt;http://speedendurance.com/2008/06/19/shark-fin-soup-and-benefits-of-shark-cartilage/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, deers are first hunted down, antlers sawed off, following by their tails which are cut off and their 'pizzles' being plucked off; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All for the good of mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So deers aren't exactly &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK5Xns5vMI/AAAAAAAAAiw/vhRwiu-JSZM/s1600-h/800px-american_black_bear_cubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK5Xns5vMI/AAAAAAAAAiw/vhRwiu-JSZM/s200/800px-american_black_bear_cubs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274481929049717954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hunted for their meat after all. Not just deers. Many more an&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK5fKkdOYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Z8FKBWXpzVU/s1600-h/dead_bear_killed_and_poached.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK5fKkdOYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Z8FKBWXpzVU/s200/dead_bear_killed_and_poached.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274482058668620162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;imals are being hunted for certain purposes or maybe similiar purposes. Black bears is of one good example. Yes, they are cute. Just wait till you see how they are being hunted and treated before ending up on the dinner table. They are basically hunted for their gall bladder which are believed to help improve lots of 'malfunctions' and cure ailments. I don't even want to start on the crocodile meat.  To be exact, these sort of delicacies are popular among the Chinese. As a matter of fact&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK3PB4RzMI/AAAAAAAAAiI/2tUpE5aQAEg/s1600-h/x1px1-hrFrerZahFVRvPFChCM1l6WiG3RPT0pE2vexRhe6u50Yygf9UTF8CYxYFNDhDAGDOL0JhSzmDZ8pfQ8aOwaI5I0jPbf2yhISHm2u_olpPo9_xPVJ1Jg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK3PB4RzMI/AAAAAAAAAiI/2tUpE5aQAEg/s200/x1px1-hrFrerZahFVRvPFChCM1l6WiG3RPT0pE2vexRhe6u50Yygf9UTF8CYxYFNDhDAGDOL0JhSzmDZ8pfQ8aOwaI5I0jPbf2yhISHm2u_olpPo9_xPVJ1Jg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274479582434675906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I am a Chinese and I don't feel proud on that. I don't consume this dishes in the first place well except for shark's fin. A reason to back up on the consumption of shark's fin: There are mostly made out of flour and with certain ingredients here in Malaysia, as shark's fin don't come in strands. They can make them look exactly like a shark's fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until today, they are still the most popular chinese delicacy, Even Yao Ming, the NBA basketball star from China had made a press conference in 2006 on advising people to stop eating shark's fin but guess what? During his marriage dinner, the very first dish was Sharks fin! I guess he knew that those shark's fin might be flour very well after all. No offense to him but Shark's Fin is a must have in Chinese wedding dinners. It signifies the lavishness of the marriage. As, the dish is after all quite expensive. A random confession: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I used to attend marriages for the sake of enjoying the Shark's Fin Soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I do have deer meat once in awhile but never the other parts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are good, they are believed to improve my health but do you know what the animal went throug&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK5wVIEOMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OasgLj-jW0w/s1600-h/nickyandtusks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK5wVIEOMI/AAAAAAAAAjA/OasgLj-jW0w/s200/nickyandtusks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274482353560107202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h before ending up as a dish on your dinner table? I am sure that most of you people might have seen the advertisement on Discovery or National Geographic channel on how the Black Bears are treated right? Awful I tell you. Some individuals had turned vegetari&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK6BvT9LPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/CaivOIToV5w/s1600-h/monkey-malish-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK6BvT9LPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/CaivOIToV5w/s200/monkey-malish-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274482652647075058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an after watching how the bears are treated. Not just the black bears actually, other animals like elephants which are hunted for their tusks, crocodiles for their leather skins and monkeys for their brains. From Elephant tusks can make my home prettier and leather bags are more attractive to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monkey brains..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what the benefit is but I am sure you won't get any smarter by consuming the brain. If you're a smart in the first place, you wont be tying the poor monkey up, put a table with a hole in the middle on top of the monkey, sawing the head off and then scooping its brain with a spoon while the monkey is screaming for its life. Of course, this practise had long been banned though. It's just a random example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I do hope that all these senseless killings can stop. Havent they thought about this before?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're a human, so a human pizzle might do the 'magic'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're a human, human bladder might do the cure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're a human, human teeth might serve as a better decoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're a human, human skin might be more attractive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're a human, human brains might get you smarter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cannibalism. It's a joke. I don't even want to get into that. I wrote all these not because I want to make a joke out of it. Either way, know what PETA is? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PETA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stands for &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People for the Ethical Treatments for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK6w1goeMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Xh0hB4-EcmM/s1600-h/alicia-silverstone-nude-peta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK6w1goeMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Xh0hB4-EcmM/s200/alicia-silverstone-nude-peta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274483461764708546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK6aLHcF7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/MN09xV3ZyjA/s1600-h/3peta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK6aLHcF7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/MN09xV3ZyjA/s200/3peta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274483072427628466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u should see to what extent they went to go against the killings on the animals. One for example; Campaigns on ending fur and leather usage. Celebrities going naked on posters or people going naked on the streets during a campaign.Like I mentioned earlier, turning vegetarian is also one way. These are the people that are really into ending the miseries the animals are facing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK6mnx0TbI/AAAAAAAAAjo/EFLvQWlDpmE/s1600-h/20061119-acto_peleteria_nov_2006_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK6mnx0TbI/AAAAAAAAAjo/EFLvQWlDpmE/s200/20061119-acto_peleteria_nov_2006_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274483286279998898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kudos to PETA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just want to contribute by creating an awareness even if it this post is only a small contribution.  Seeing the pictures I recieved from my friend who's studying Wildlife Management and Vertebrate Zoology, I won't be having much Shark's fin no more in future. Many thanks to him. Anyway, Ambassadors from the Wildlife protection had urged the people to stop buying or demanding for this sort of products and delicacies. Like they always say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When the buying stops, the killing can too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS : Forgive me if the post offends anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK-zRF69XI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fFWWaWrypMg/s1600-h/loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK-zRF69XI/AAAAAAAAAkA/fFWWaWrypMg/s200/loneliness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274487901575116146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Counting down the seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;November 30th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-6907370575067892263?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6907370575067892263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=6907370575067892263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6907370575067892263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6907370575067892263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/STK4h2vXb6I/AAAAAAAAAiY/CYAa1jsjTVk/s72-c/der_tal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-4833328241499909565</id><published>2008-11-28T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:28:34.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been sitting for my finals lately. Will be updating soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SS_3iSTBs-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/b_E_POvW_oU/s1600-h/20070818_lonely.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SS_3iSTBs-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/b_E_POvW_oU/s200/20070818_lonely.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273705857073394658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Sometimes, I really do hope that there's someone by my s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-4833328241499909565?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4833328241499909565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=4833328241499909565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4833328241499909565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4833328241499909565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/11/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SS_3iSTBs-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/b_E_POvW_oU/s72-c/20070818_lonely.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-7143005429977158344</id><published>2008-11-12T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:27:19.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Denied Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRrUg7adcZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Vv93RpmrAws/s1600-h/science-sphere-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRrUg7adcZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Vv93RpmrAws/s200/science-sphere-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267756376332792210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We live in a world engineered by the latest technology and teachings of science facts but still, up to date there are in fact many unanswered questions. I am a person that strongly believes in my religion's teachings. A part of my family owns a temple and they perform rituals for the deads. When a loved one passes away, they will be hired to perform certain rituals that is believed to safeguard the person to the other world. The rituals usually lasted 3 days. Like any other profession, there are rules to be followed. Breaking either one of the rules shows disrespect to the dead&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRrUpO6axoI/AAAAAAAAAho/PAMM8V_7SIA/s1600-h/VIdelta01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRrUpO6axoI/AAAAAAAAAho/PAMM8V_7SIA/s200/VIdelta01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267756519006062210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and you are bound to be punished somehow. Well, this post is not regarding the profession of what my aunts are doing for their living. Undeniably, I do share a huge amount of interest in what they are doing. If possible, I would someday make a documentary on the rituals that they do. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A note; my grandparents were given this ritual and the minors were told of many do's and dont's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I believe that some of these rules are told so as to prevent the children from making a ruckus in such solemn mood.  Till today, the curiousity still lingers in my mind of such regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I had done my fair share of research on this particular topic many times. Either through reading or watching the videos on Youtube. I do have my very own collections of stories regarding this. Not only through reading or watching the videos is my field of research but interviewing the elderly is one good way to research as well. As a matter of fact, I ha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRrUz16TQgI/AAAAAAAAAhw/M9BPhUjFDtM/s1600-h/angel03-800y-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRrUz16TQgI/AAAAAAAAAhw/M9BPhUjFDtM/s200/angel03-800y-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267756701273244162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ve interviewed more than hundreds of people across the years. Young or old, their stories excite me. After countless times of listening to the stories told, I can tell whether the story is a make up or true. I once knew a man in his 50s who told me a story about his wife whom he loved very much. His wife had succumbed to a long term illness and he was grieve stricken over her death. One night, she appeared before him. Not as a horrible ghost, but as a glowing figure. He said she was smiling at him and he felt the warmth of her. He knew she had gone to a better place. As he was telling me about what had happened, tears were already flowing from his eyes. This is where I strongly believe that what he is telling me is the truth. Who of such person would ever lie about the death of his beloved wife? In this case, it might be  a spirit instead of a haunting ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just some things that I want to share with you people, some videos and a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/deoJUBW9CI8&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/deoJUBW9CI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take note that this video is 9 minutes long, but it's worth watching I could say. It might be frightening to many so you should think twice before watching it as it might leave an impact in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/XnH9OJP6FTk&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/XnH9OJP6FTk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This video is filmed by a Spanish Director. It just show that with the technology we have today, we are able to create this supernatural beings with just a click. Anyway, do watch the video as it's real good! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Thanks Gabriel for providing me with the information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the following links to some short vidoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnNplKfY6O8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnNplKfY6O8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTi0S1ZUYF0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTi0S1ZUYF0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB2kMgC_vyE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oB2kMgC_vyE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The following story is not of my own encounter but of a friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, a dear friend of mine had told me an unexplainable story. A few months ago, he had just moved into a new house in Penang. Much to his surprise, he said he suffered from an &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRrZ7EjppiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2N7EjcbepKY/s1600-h/100_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRrZ7EjppiI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2N7EjcbepKY/s200/100_0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267762323021997602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;early stage of insomnia during the first few weeks. I would thought that he would be overjoyed moving into his new home but Insomnia? What a surprise. What he said to me was quite eerie and shocking; but not to the extent of horrifying. He believed that his house has other occupants aside from his family of 6. He insisted that he kept hearing heavy footsteps along the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;corridor&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of the night. When questioned, all of his family members denied having to walk along the coridoor. He told me that this happens a few times in a month. His new house is a 2 storey bungalow which was bought over with a good deal. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[See, a bought over house is never a good deal.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Also, when they moved in the first night, their storeroom was somehow ransacked. All boxes containing the hardware and shoes were thrown about. No explainations. Getting the amulets and sticking all over the house might work but according to him, it's to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this was the last thing I was going to hear from him about the other occupants but unfortunately, his ordeal begins here. For the following weeks to come, the whole house was in chaos. Anytime in the day or night, he claimed that he hears people talking around the house with the chinese dialect, Hokkien. You guys might think that it's one of his family members fooling around but I know my friend better; his entire family does not know any Chinese dialects. To many, the word 'banana' might ring a bell. The very first time he heard them speak was in the coridoor itself. His family could no longer tolerate the torment and had decided to visit the temple. If only someone in his household could understand what the other occupants really want, they might be able to solve the problem. A brief explaination to everyone; there's 2 different types of hauntings known to date :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Residual Haunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : The more prevalent &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(common)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haunting as compared to the other. This haunting is where actions or scenes are repeatedly done over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Intelligent Haunting&lt;/span&gt; : Better known to many as the Classic haunting, this haunting is where the other worldly existence demonstrates it's own awareness in the surrounding. To be precise, this is where the existence tries to communicate with people varying from the movement of objects to the prescence of smells and odors belonging to the person when they were alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In the case of my friend's, I would classify it as an intelligent haunting. Sorry to say, I would not further reveal on the occurrences in my friend's home. Indeed that this particular topic is much to be argued about. After much speculation, many believe that the other wordly existence are living around us. Drop by anytime for more facts on this supernatural existence. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncertainty and mystery are energies of life. Don't let them scare you unduly, for they keep boredom at bay and spark creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R. I. Fitzhenry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-7143005429977158344?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7143005429977158344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=7143005429977158344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7143005429977158344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7143005429977158344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/11/denied-existence.html' title='Denied Existence'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRrUg7adcZI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Vv93RpmrAws/s72-c/science-sphere-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-2783026556605766453</id><published>2008-11-04T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:32:42.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Responsibility and Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHDMIre6GI/AAAAAAAAAgg/m478PE2Bv3A/s1600-h/heartbroken.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHDMIre6GI/AAAAAAAAAgg/m478PE2Bv3A/s200/heartbroken.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204052628531298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone broke your heart, you went home and locked yourself in your room. Flashes of the sweet memorable moments kept playing through your mind. Just last week you were talking&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHDaiZJ7CI/AAAAAAAAAgo/wVy-kswP940/s1600-h/maltese_puppy_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHDaiZJ7CI/AAAAAAAAAgo/wVy-kswP940/s200/maltese_puppy_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204300049148962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about getting married in the future. The painful truth had just pierced through your heart. He had just left you for your best friend. Thinking that you are all alone by yourself, and thought that life is so unfair and there's no point to live any longer, you took a pair of razor sharp scissors getting ready to end your misrable life. Having no second thoughts on what the consequences will be, you are about to slit your wrists when you hear a soft whimper behind you. It was your brand new puppy that your parents got for you as a birthday present. You remembered that you promised your parents to take good care of it. With tears flowing down your cheeks, you took Otis into your arms and gave him a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The above abstract was a true story which a close friend of mine had actually underwent. Of course, she al&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHEQmCq0FI/AAAAAAAAAhI/68QCqFswzuk/s1600-h/Favorite-Puppy-Names.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHEQmCq0FI/AAAAAAAAAhI/68QCqFswzuk/s200/Favorite-Puppy-Names.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265205228741513298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lowed me to publish a small part of the story in my blog as long I have her name anonymous. Just a small fraction of an incredible story. Well of course, this post is certainly not about the responsibilities in a relationshiop nor a love story nor about vengeance. It's basicallyabout the pet we have at home. Having a pet is always fun. There's always someone by your side, whether to play or be by your side. Undeniably, it's always good to have a pet. A cute puppy or kitten might just cheer anyone's day up by just a look at it. After all, a pet has to eat, sleep and most importantly cared for. They care for us and in return we should care for them. Getting straight to the point, the reason I posted this post is regarding the many animal cruelty cases that is still happening in throughout the world. Some pets aren't just as lucky as the others. Instead of getting the deserved love and care, they are abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abuse exist in the mind of a person when he or she enjoys hurting someone else whether through emotions, physical harms or sexual harms. In this case, animal cruelty is more likely to be labelled as pet abuse. There's 2 types of pet abuse. The first, being the passive cruelty. Passive cruelty are acts of omission and such act is recognised as neglect. Negelect may sound painless but don't let the term influence you. Let me categorize the types of neglect that those useless monsters did to their pets:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHEJ7F478I/AAAAAAAAAhA/_wywhQHklxQ/s1600-h/animal_cruelty_starved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHEJ7F478I/AAAAAAAAAhA/_wywhQHklxQ/s200/animal_cruelty_starved.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265205114133082050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dehydration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starvation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parasite Infestations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having the collar grow into the pet's skin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inappropriate shelter in harsh weathers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Failing to seek a veterinary care when the pet is sick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;One can never understand the mind of an abuser. The other sort of abuse wou&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHFF40RtVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9hILYsqlPwY/s1600-h/AnimalAbuse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHFF40RtVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9hILYsqlPwY/s200/AnimalAbuse2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265206144314488146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ld be the active cruelty which in contrast of passive cruelty, is an act of comission. This sort of abuse is more common as compared to the act of neglect. It is where the owners has malicious intent to deliberately hurt their pets. Why do people even want to injure their very own pets? Some cases occur in violent homes. An abusive domestic partner may injure the pet to intimidate the others. Such scenes are described as despicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, I used to attend a chinese tuition class nearby my house. She lived with her husband who was an engineer and they had a german shepherd as a pet. When I first saw the dog, it wasn't really in a good shape. I didn't care much as I left the tuition the following year due to some packed timetable. In the year itself, I saw an article regarding a dog which was being neglected by its owner in The Star. I was horrified when I found out that the dog was of my tuition teacher's! The dog was reported to be a victim of neglect. The dog was initially infested with tick but seeing the condition it is in, the vets decided to put it to sleep to end its misery. A post mortem reveals that the dog had an empty stomach, shrunken kidneys, a brittle ribcage which indicates inadequate nutrition over the years, and haemorrhage in its lungs, a sign of pneumonia. Also, its nails were long and curved into its paws; each time it tries to walk it hurts. See, still think that neglect sounds painless? The only thing the owner said was that he was too busy with his work and household chores so he couldn't find the time to crae for it. So?! Then why get a dog?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article can be found in the following link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/10/18/courts/12347380&amp;amp;sec=courts"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/10/18/courts/12347380&amp;amp;sec=court&lt;/a&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see such a pet being treated this way. The only punishment the idiot got was a RM100 fine. A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;RM100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fine?!! Where is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;justice?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How can he get a RM100 fine for killing his own pet?! Should'nt there be a more serious punishment? We should really work on something to help protect the rights of the animals. I am doing my part in raising awareness of animal cruelty here already and of course would be interested in doing more. If you suspect your neighbours or yourself to have been abusing your pet, try contacting the local pet awareness body for help and advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHFQoalKaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/b9cp0rJZJeo/s1600-h/missing-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHFQoalKaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/b9cp0rJZJeo/s200/missing-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265206328890304930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-November 6 2008-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-2783026556605766453?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2783026556605766453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=2783026556605766453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2783026556605766453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2783026556605766453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/11/responsibility-and-justice.html' title='Responsibility and Justice'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SRHDMIre6GI/AAAAAAAAAgg/m478PE2Bv3A/s72-c/heartbroken.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-8818414980500565334</id><published>2008-10-28T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:20:24.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Extraordinary Abilities</title><content type='html'>Before I start, I would like to say that me and my friend, Johnathan had collaborated on writing in a blog together. The blog would be known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Z]&lt;/span&gt;eaox. So far, we had not actually posted anything on the blog yet but we will update in no time! So, do drop by then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://zeaox.blogspot.com/"&gt;[Z]eaox&lt;/a&gt; to check out the blog!&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://3rdavenuefreeze-out.blogspot.com/"&gt;JohnnyBoy&lt;/a&gt; to check out Johnathan's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your support is highly appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of flying? From &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;levitating&lt;/span&gt; yourself to flying across the busy highways; avoiding &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh6-IbjnFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CM9Jgqg-pxU/s1600-h/levitate01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh6-IbjnFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CM9Jgqg-pxU/s200/levitate01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262591372415966290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the massive jams as easy as that. Ever thought of reading someone else's thoughts? What are they thinking? What are they planning? These are examples of what we call extraordinary abilities. Take the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh7buEZ03I/AAAAAAAAAfY/_b_1WV9VV9A/s1600-h/heroes-cast-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh7buEZ03I/AAAAAAAAAfY/_b_1WV9VV9A/s200/heroes-cast-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262591880735609714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; for instance, it's a drama series about several individuals who discovered that they have extraordinary abilities that no one else has. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Still waiting for the premier of Season 3!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It just one of my favourite drama series of all time as it reflects the imagination and fantasies running through my mind ever since I was a little kid. I was first exposed to these super powers back when I was only 6, holding my first ever issue of the acclaimed manga Dragon Ball. From there, my imaginations starts running till now. I am sure that I am not the sole person in the world who only imagine having extraordinary abilities; thinking on how cool it would be having these abilities. Showing off to others; especially the girls. You guys know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our present world of ours, these extraordinary abilities are being recorded from time to time from various individuals around the world. Abilities ranging from telekinesis [an ability that is able to move objects with the power of the mind] to Retrocognition [an ability that enables an individual to look into the past through touching any objects or person]. Yes indeed, there are reports of people having these abilities. There are some reknown individuals with these abilities that i came across while I was researching on this particular fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh7v5nBwII/AAAAAAAAAfg/B_qFLjU6Vxo/s1600-h/kulagina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh7v5nBwII/AAAAAAAAAfg/B_qFLjU6Vxo/s200/kulagina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262592227431006338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh8QjZpE5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/OAo3V3JIy1k/s1600-h/akrit-jaswal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh8QjZpE5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/OAo3V3JIy1k/s200/akrit-jaswal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262592788404966290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh8IAb0TcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/uUNfgC94Pa8/s1600-h/cayce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh8IAb0TcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/uUNfgC94Pa8/s200/cayce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262592641579896258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ninel Sergeyevna Kulagina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;borned in 1926 into the nationality of the Soviet, she is quite an &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh9XtcH10I/AAAAAAAAAf4/xKU8UElphZ0/s1600-h/img00100.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh9XtcH10I/AAAAAAAAAf4/xKU8UElphZ0/s200/img00100.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262594010870437698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;impressive woman. Having 4 possible extraordinary abilities, she is one famous person in her time. The 4 abilities consist of Magnetism, Telekinesis, Psychokinesis and Fingertip Vision. Her possible extraordinary feats had been recorded and can be found mostly on Youtube. Imagining having 4 abiltities like Miss Ninel here. What would it be like to move objects with the power of our mind? More importantly, how is the feeling of it like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find about her more from the following URL links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMj_bgzCUw8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMj_bgzCUw8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzoJB__nsUs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzoJB__nsUs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edgar Cayce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; Better known to many as the Sleep talker; borned an American in March 18, 1877. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh91-dm3EI/AAAAAAAAAgA/gxHHlzJ7zQA/s1600-h/edgarcayce_photographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh91-dm3EI/AAAAAAAAAgA/gxHHlzJ7zQA/s200/edgarcayce_photographer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262594530836143170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unlike Ninel, Edgar only has 1 possible extraordinary ability. He has the ability known to many as Clairvoyance. This ability enables the user to know about a person, place, thing, or event without using the ordinary five senses to gather that information. Edgar would lie down and close his eyes, and a visitor or more likely a patient would ask him a question. He will respond, and his answers were remarkably intelligent and helpful. Surprisingly, Edgar wasn't highly educated. After the session between him and the visitor, Edgar could not recall anything of what he had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following individual is one of the youngest surgeon in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Akrit Jaswal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; Borned April 23, 1993 and has never attended a medical school before. Akrit is said to be one of the luckiest individual alive as he has the ability known as advanced intelligence.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh-UspuHCI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ko93nyFQ59M/s1600-h/1319944022_60672ea312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh-UspuHCI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ko93nyFQ59M/s200/1319944022_60672ea312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262595058631056418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whether anot this can be classified as an extraordinary ability, it still remains skeptical to me. Getting straight to the point, when Akrit was an infant, instead of starting to crawl like any other ordinary babies would, he started to learn how to walk. At the tender age of 10 months, he said his first words. By the age of 4 he was already reading Shakespeare. The title, youngest surgeon in the world was bestowed to him at the age of 7. He met an 8-year-old girl whose fingers had been burnt as a baby and were fused together. At that very same year, he performed an operation to seperate the fingers. Having such intelligence is indeed special. Guess what? Akrit vows to find a cure for cancer for as long as he is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A link to provide further details on Akrit Jaswal :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9BrgT0s9eQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9BrgT0s9eQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the video itself, I myself could not understand what he was saying. He was speaking medicine and biology. At that age where he is not even in his teen yet, he is able to engage in a converation with 2 expert physician like normal conversation on cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude this short research on extraordinary abilities I would want to give a shoutout to all everyone out there. Even though we are borned ordinary unlike the above mentioned 3 individuals; we are special. Don't be depressed and disappointed for not being able to levitate, sitting down staring at the ruler of yours for hours and even staring at someone immensely as if trying to get into his mind. Just be happy for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh-0xapgVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/sO8_rVIxVpw/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh-0xapgVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/sO8_rVIxVpw/s200/dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262595609665831250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A picture I cannot forget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ocotber 29 2008-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-8818414980500565334?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8818414980500565334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=8818414980500565334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8818414980500565334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8818414980500565334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/extraordinary-abilities.html' title='Extraordinary Abilities'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQh6-IbjnFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CM9Jgqg-pxU/s72-c/levitate01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-8350322383338736122</id><published>2008-10-23T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:33:46.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Cellphones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB7NAz25gI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gyryq9iB5c8/s1600-h/800px-Seoul_at_night_from_63_buildi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260339828254762498" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB7NAz25gI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gyryq9iB5c8/s200/800px-Seoul_at_night_from_63_buildi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In our world at this very moment, technology is evolving at such rapid pace that no one knows what would happen in the next few years; maybe even months; probably weeks or even the next day? Perhaps? Our parents might fire our very own housekeeper the next day when the Robo Butler is introduced. No mistakes, no complains, just switch it on in the morning and plug in and leave it to charge in the night. Simple as that. Of course, it's just an example. No one will ever know what sort of product will penetrate the market and end up being your very own favourite entertainment device. The newly launched PS3? The introduction of Wi-Fi? The introduction to more portable game consoles? Well, the device I would like to highlight about in this post will be the none other, cellphones. I am sure that every each of us out there would certainly have a cellphone; if not, most liekly would want to have a cellphone. Children as young as 8 already own a cellphone. Not to say own, but was given a cellphone by their parents. A few weeks back, in a restaurant, this kid aged about 10 or something, recieved a call. I looked over and guess what? He pulled out a bloody Nokia &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;N81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;8GB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I pulled out my cellphone and looked at it. It's a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;N73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; modle which I bought it 2 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At such young age, would it be appropriate that a mere child like this is give a cellphone&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB7WafJ-_I/AAAAAAAAAeo/fGHor3qyebU/s1600-h/kid_with_cell_phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260339989766077426" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 134px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB7WafJ-_I/AAAAAAAAAeo/fGHor3qyebU/s200/kid_with_cell_phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? Arguments? Some would say, it's easier to contact and ask the whereabouts of the kid. Well, is this reason good enough? The main issue I written this post is not to argue that why children as young as 8 could own a bloody Nokia N81 and why can't I? No of course, no. That's plain dumb. The main issue is that, parents do not know that there's a risk in giving cellphones to their children of such young age. Lately, I am sure that everyone is well aware of the radiation articles and reports of the cellphones published in the newspaper or TV news reports right? Actually, this issue had been around for a long time; teh very first issue of this cellphone radiation was dated back to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,Arial,Helvetica,Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;February 5 1993 written by a certain journalist by the name John McCormick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the article : &lt;a href="http://www.goaegis.com/articles/newsbytes_020593.html"&gt;http://www.goaegis.com/articles/newsbytes_020593.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we do not know is that the children are more prone to the radiation as compared to the adults. Obviously it's because we have fully developed skulls and the radiation will tak&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB8qi9ez8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/CEMExzMgbrc/s1600-h/neonode-n2-cell-phone-with-optical-touch-screen-technology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260341435149766594" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 146px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB8qi9ez8I/AAAAAAAAAe4/CEMExzMgbrc/s200/neonode-n2-cell-phone-with-optical-touch-screen-technology.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e a longer period of time to fully affect us. When we talk through the cellphone, our voice will be transmitted as radio frequency radiation. This particular radiation is hazardous to our health if we are exposed to it. As a matter of fact, each time we use the cellphone, we are exposed to it. Children usin cellphones at such young age bears a greater risk as comapred to us adults. Parents that do not know of the risk will regret in the years to come. It might be too late to regret by then. Therefore, I urge parents to think twice before giving their beloved children cellphones. Not to say that chilren are the only victims around here, the adults too are suffering from illness due to the long term exposure of the cellphone radiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I used to envy over my friends who has 2-3 cellphones with them. It was a sight to behold when u recieve a call. Pulling out the other phone when you yourself know which phone is ringing. It was plain stupid. "Wow, you got 3 cellphones. You sure are a lucky fella.". If I see a friend of mine doing this now, "Wow, you got 3 cellphones. My deepest sympathies to you." Cool? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Instead of seeing a coolio, I see a half dead person. Well, there's never the best cellphone ever. Like I said earlier, technology is evolcing at a rapid pace, so do the cellphones. New models of cellphones are always introduced to the competitive market. More sophiscated applications and devices installed to compete with other brands of c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB720_HLKI/AAAAAAAAAew/59GgU2CwaKQ/s1600-h/NOK252.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260340546635246754" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 100px; cursor: pointer; height: 100px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB720_HLKI/AAAAAAAAAew/59GgU2CwaKQ/s200/NOK252.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ellphones. First cellphones were made portable telephones where the sole function was to make a call. Now, we can go online, tell the time, play games, e-mail and watch TV. Whatever happened to the very main reason the cellphones were made. Of course, it is known that the more sophiscated the cellphone is, the more dangerous the radiation will be. So i suggest evryone to trade in their handphones and get themselves a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Nokia 252&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Look, it even has an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;antenna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Of course! If we use earphones, then we won't be exposed to the radiation at all! Right? It's not right actually. Recent reports stated that using the earphones may actually help to intensify the exposure to the radiation emitted by the cellphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys know the saying very well? "I can't live without my cellphone!"? or maybe "No cellphone, No life" Hah! Think again. Right now, I am trying my very best to limit myself to using my cellphone; even better trying my very best to keep myself away from it. I wouldn't even want to start about the risk of Wi-Fi yet. The world is changing, with the latest technology to serve and provide mankind with comfort. Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB9zmq-M4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/QgQTOKwqdYE/s1600-h/Missing_You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260342690276324226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; cursor: pointer; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB9zmq-M4I/AAAAAAAAAfA/QgQTOKwqdYE/s200/Missing_You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;October 23 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-8350322383338736122?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8350322383338736122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=8350322383338736122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8350322383338736122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8350322383338736122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/cellphones.html' title='Cellphones'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SQB7NAz25gI/AAAAAAAAAeg/gyryq9iB5c8/s72-c/800px-Seoul_at_night_from_63_buildi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-2591899230170342678</id><published>2008-10-14T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:32:04.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Cryptozoology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVbBCctAII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Nt2GxtAV3bI/s1600-h/icmlogowhitetxt300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVbBCctAII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Nt2GxtAV3bI/s200/icmlogowhitetxt300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257208213420179586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does the word Cryptozoology rings any bell? Cryptozoology is a research on animals that are thought to be extinct and animals that are thought to exist and the unknown speices of animals. A few years back, I got myself an encyclopedia on the cryptozoology animals. Prehistoric animals which are thougth to be extinct are sighted in certain countries, creatures that are thought not to have existed at all are reported sighted and new species of animals are discovered, this is part of the cryptozoological research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are still quite unsure on what these type of animals are, here's a a fe examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bigfoot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loch Ness Monster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mermaids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skunk Ape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coelacanth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The above mentioned are just some of the cryptozoological animals thought to had lived a few hundreds years ago or longer extinct or had never existed at all. Still, there are many sightings reported on the many animals in the history of cryptozoolgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such famous sightings w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVQuCjw9wI/AAAAAAAAAd4/AxdG9HuBZgY/s1600-h/zm1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVQuCjw9wI/AAAAAAAAAd4/AxdG9HuBZgY/s200/zm1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257196891916007170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ould be the infamous Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster and Sea Monster; both thought to be same extinct dinosaur that libed thousands of years ago as an extinct dinosaur by the name, Plesiosaur and of course the no other Chupacabra. An article that interests me was dated back to April 25, 1977. A fishing vessel by the named of Zuiyo-maru locally owned by the Taiyo Fishery Company Ltd. was fishing for mackerels about  30 miles east of Christchurch, New Zealand. When something had got entangled in their fishing net at the depth of 300 meters. When the fishermen pulled up the net, they were greeted by a foul stench. The picture on the right is taken by Michihiko Yano, an assistant production manager on the deck. Even though a picture was taken and believed to be the long extinct Plesiosaur, critics argues that it's a carcass of a shark. Whether anot shark or a sea creature, I leave the wonders of your imaginations to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the name Chupacabra sounds funny. The truth is, this cryptozoologic animal originally from Puer&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVV84uBQUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/lhpunjZDZh0/s1600-h/180px-Tsuchinoko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVV84uBQUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/lhpunjZDZh0/s200/180px-Tsuchinoko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257202644530839874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to Rico is a blood sucker which usually preys on the livestock of farmers;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVZrv4ogrI/AAAAAAAAAeI/sUD9OFofCRI/s1600-h/Bg_chupacabra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVZrv4ogrI/AAAAAAAAAeI/sUD9OFofCRI/s200/Bg_chupacabra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257206748148171442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mainly on goats and sheeps and puncture holes can always be found on the neck of the livestocks. The blood will be sucked dry form the prey. Being described with a long snout, having short front legs and long back legs. Overall, it's still a mystery. Even so, the authorities believed that these are caused by the panthers which are illgeally brought into the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No further explanations on the Bigfoot as I am sure that everyone knows about it. From the sea monsters to the Japanese folklore Tengu, there's the Tsuchinoko thought to be extinct many years ago. The Tsuchinoko sounds like a Japanese dessert to me when I first heard about it but it's actually a reptile. Pictured left is the Tsuchinoko. A creature that is generally peaceful and dislikes undue attention. According to the Japaneses, there's a legend saying that  Tsuchinokos have the ability to speak and a propensity for lying, as well as a taste for alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just some rough examples and fact that I want to share with everyone. I am really interested in all these sorts of things, the mysteries of the world. Supernatural and cryptozoology is of such example. Well then, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVcNx7fBCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/qejwc4peoEk/s1600-h/Leave_me_alone_by_oqann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVcNx7fBCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/qejwc4peoEk/s200/Leave_me_alone_by_oqann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257209531835810850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Where exactly are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-October 15 2008-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-2591899230170342678?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2591899230170342678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=2591899230170342678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2591899230170342678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2591899230170342678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/cryptozoology.html' title='Cryptozoology'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SPVbBCctAII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Nt2GxtAV3bI/s72-c/icmlogowhitetxt300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-4625253158982642523</id><published>2008-10-10T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:31:08.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Define Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9uDtz9tqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gO7zOnq7_Tw/s1600-h/priest_ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9uDtz9tqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gO7zOnq7_Tw/s200/priest_ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255540300280870562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First stop, what exactly is a ghost? As far as I know, many of us can define the word ghost well enough but do they actually understand it? Well, understanding requires thorough reading and examples right? In this case, I am just trying to ask, do anyone of you out there actually seen one? I myself never actually seen one but I do have many experiences which if I am asked, I be gladly to tell. Whether there are people who had actually seen them,  there are also people wh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9vb4lQqJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DL25x4tdcoQ/s1600-h/ghost_pictures_013%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9vb4lQqJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/DL25x4tdcoQ/s200/ghost_pictures_013%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255541815000475794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o strongly denies these existence. Most of these people just label it off as a fiction. I just can't seem to understand why most people would deny it. Well, define ghost then? For the believers, the definition of ghost is widely known as a spirit of a dead person. I had once tried to ask some friends of mine what ghost really are; and most of their replies were astonishing. Varying from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rubbish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Crap&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's really a funny moment seeing them describing it in such short period. Adding in, their hand gestures and facial expressions, they just make my day. At the moment, I am talking about my friends who don't believe in the existence at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's a picture of a priest's spirit having to be seen repeatedly in a church and so it happens that a supernatural researcher is taking pictures at that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;The picture on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shows a former church minister's spirit standing on the doorway. It is said that he usually stands at that very spot when he was very well alive to look around at the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the world of fact science and technology, everything needs to be proven scientifically. Look at the famed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ghost Hunters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Channel 711 Astro as an example, the Ghost Hunters crew are dedicated in proving that these supernatural beings do in fact exist by g&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9tRMxboaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qepMzbSjBfE/s1600-h/ghost-hunters-international-719561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9tRMxboaI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/qepMzbSjBfE/s200/ghost-hunters-international-719561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255539432418419106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oing to a certain haunted spot and investigate. Using high tech equipments that records supernatural voices, taking temperatures and more in the investigation, it proves that they are doing their job professionally. It's a sort of reality tv show which means the show is being shot when they are actually investigating the haunted spots itself. Any weird happenings or weird noises will definitely be recorded. I pity these people at times as critics will just say that it's edited. Well, with the current technology, editing the videos isn't hard at all. To all you critics out there, give them a break. Here they are doing their job recorded Live, and all you do is just complain and nag. Well, Kudos to the Ghost Hunters and I am always the first in line to watch your latest season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself can't see these things. Never wished I could and never would. My expereiences were just hearing them talking and sometimes scolding. There's a few times where things moved by itself unexplainably. Like back in this hotel, while my sister was watching TV, all of a sudden the TV starts changes channels repeatedly by itself right before our very own eyes. The remote is on the bed untouched and we could hear very clearly that the TV buttons were being pressed. No evidence to proof it though. Next ting we knew, we changed room. Who would want to stay in a room when the TV is occupied? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What a reason. To me, supernatural things are of my liking. The other thing I would like to highlight is that why when it comes to ghosts or weird happenings, everyone naturally gets scared? I admit myself I do as well but since I had quite a number of experiences, I grew accustomed to it. From the sound of a woman with high heels walking along the hotel's corridor while staying in a suite back in Penang to a person scolding in Hokkien in the bathroom in the middle of the night, I do in fact quite get used to it. So why one would instantenously get scared? I never did quite understand why I was afraid as well. Do you? Some said you are afraid as you had done something wrong. Is that true? The other is that ghosts or spirits can't be captured on cameras. It's quite impossible. Is that true? Till now, these questions lingers in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my opinion, I would say that the teachings of one's religion reflects the th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9sAgecJQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RR4Mlgey7a4/s1600-h/Yin+Yang+Cracked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9sAgecJQI/AAAAAAAAAdI/RR4Mlgey7a4/s200/Yin+Yang+Cracked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255538046138066178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inking of an individual. Take Taoism for instance, it had long been taught that the world is balanced between &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; which Yin is represents darkness while Yang reflects light. 2 dimensions keeping the world balanced. Occasionally, Buddhism do teach about Yin and Yang. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks Sandra for the information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am not much of a Monk or Taoist but I am just writing down what I actually know.  On the other hand, from what I heard from my friends who are Christians,  Christianity only believes in spirits or souls. Often describing them as Holy Spirits I guess? Well, it's just an assumption.&lt;br /&gt;An assumption made without any offensive remarks to the religion stated. Well, what I had said beforehand  is more like an open topic discussion. So, feel free to comment. Any stories or thoughts is appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9wIinJDXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_7SDIKXNduk/s1600-h/lonelyleague.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9wIinJDXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/_7SDIKXNduk/s200/lonelyleague.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255542582196899186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Will I ever see you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 10 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-4625253158982642523?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4625253158982642523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=4625253158982642523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4625253158982642523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4625253158982642523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/define-ghost.html' title='Define Ghost'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO9uDtz9tqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gO7zOnq7_Tw/s72-c/priest_ghost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-404601885890650170</id><published>2008-10-09T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T06:31:49.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face has been lingering on my mind ever since I first lay my eyes on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO4ExHHWfdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xn4ZS4onv8M/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO4ExHHWfdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xn4ZS4onv8M/s200/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255143056957930962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-404601885890650170?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/404601885890650170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=404601885890650170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/404601885890650170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/404601885890650170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughts.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SO4ExHHWfdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/xn4ZS4onv8M/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-4771506008351417773</id><published>2008-10-08T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:31:39.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Cursed Belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzQyTojozI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sUH930dXFOA/s1600-h/earth-light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254804427916944178" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzQyTojozI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sUH930dXFOA/s200/earth-light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For as long as I remember living in this beautiful world, I had never once doubt about the beautiful world we lived in. I grew up in a life where I would describe it as lucky and yet I once doubt that it was normal, on certain times below average. Well, there are people who grew up in a better life I would say. I am actually referring top those rich peeps out there. We are in fact lucky to live in this era and in this country. We grew up in our respective comfortable family lifestyle. Such a peaceful country indeed, free of any negative aspects; no earthquakes, no typhoons, no outbreaks and most importantly no war. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;[Just to name a few.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I grew up thinking that everyone in the world grew up in a life like the most of us do. But I was wrong. Many people out there aren't as lucky as we are. Some are born into a poor country, some born into a war-zone, while some born into country where catastrophic unstable nature elements hit frequently. Just to highlight on some particular countries.. Nothing isn't worse than what I came over today. I had actually knew this issue for quite some time but I thought it would be interesting to share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through an online article after receiving an email from a friend of mine regarding the many child rapes in Africa. The email had a short story in it highlighting about a 9 month old baby girl being raped by 6 men in a precised and know location; Cape Town&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzR9CQZhdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/F5zMdHZNKtk/s1600-h/HIV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254805711742404050" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzR9CQZhdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/F5zMdHZNKtk/s200/HIV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. These child rapes are all done as many African men believed that they could be cured of any diseases they had contracted; and among such disease would be the HIV AIDS. It is believed that the younger the infant is, the better the rate of being cured of the disease. I posted this not to mention on the HIV AIDS but on the disgraced acts of the men. Wait, Are they even qualified to be labeled as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?! I doubt that the word fiend would even suit them. Even serial rapist would think twice before raping a baby. Have they no brains or no pride in doing such evil deeds? For &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s sake, it's a 9 month old &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! This belief has infact led to an epidermic of rapes on infants by men that infected by HIV. What's worse is that when the child are born,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the heroes when we need one? Where are the leaders when such despicable act of cruelty happens in their own nation?! There are many volunteers out there giving their best to help those less unfortunate ones. The volunteer ones when often interviewed would give the same answer when being asked the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"What's the reason behind all these kindness?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzSlxgyEPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SE4VTy3BlQs/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254806411622355186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzSlxgyEPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/SE4VTy3BlQs/s200/kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"It's my calling, I guess. It had always seemed like it was my duty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the infected areas itself to help care for the victims and most importantly provide them with what they needed most at the current sort of situation; HOPE. I am n&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzTNhwzR1I/AAAAAAAAAco/eELkYTY1NBM/s1600-h/hope_association.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254807094589343570" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzTNhwzR1I/AAAAAAAAAco/eELkYTY1NBM/s200/hope_association.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ot the sort of person who just sits right in front of my computer and just complains or nag on issues like this. To be exact, I do donate to such organisations that aims to help these less unfortunate ones. Sadly, I had never tried to be a volunteer before. Perhaps it isn't my sort of calling. But, i just can't bear to sit back at home and do nothing. I just hope that those rich bastards out there would somehow snap out of it and realise what chaos the world is going through right this instant. Even though you can't get your self there to do something, your money could. Hope that you peeps would somehow provide Hope to those victims; especially Cape Town. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Help contribute some kindess to them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Come to think of it, I think I myself need some Hope as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzT5ed9SUI/AAAAAAAAAcw/L-KuWoTq7e4/s1600-h/SadMan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254807849619245378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzT5ed9SUI/AAAAAAAAAcw/L-KuWoTq7e4/s200/SadMan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Where is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Jenson-&lt;br /&gt;October 8 2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-4771506008351417773?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4771506008351417773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=4771506008351417773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4771506008351417773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4771506008351417773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/cursed-belief.html' title='Cursed Belief'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOzQyTojozI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sUH930dXFOA/s72-c/earth-light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-3872568725068610162</id><published>2008-10-07T03:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:38:46.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of an Elder I Never Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOtRtBOHcMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BnK2zc632pA/s1600-h/old_lady_walking_in_rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOtRtBOHcMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BnK2zc632pA/s200/old_lady_walking_in_rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254383224121422018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking aimlessly under the scorching sun and the only thing that's shielding her from the blazing heat is just an old worn out umbrella. Small loop holes on the umbrella can be seen tells how much the umbrella had went through with her. As long as I remembered, it was a couple of years back when I started spotting her walking around the neighborhood in the wee hours of the morning. I was Form 2 then. Waking up at 6, and then setting off for high school at 6.55, I always saw her walking around the field at that particular time. Well, I did talked to her a few times before. I had always wanted to ask her why she walks around the neighbourhood every single day. Doesn't she have her own home to stay? Don't her kids would be worrying sick for her? An elderly woman at this age walking under such unseemingly stable weathers where a scorching day would just change all of a sudden to a thunderstorm? Carrying a plastic bag or a tupperware containing food at certain times, sits under the hut and eats. All alone, no one to care about her. Basically, she walks around the neighbourhood more than the security did their rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOtUQSj1JBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/i9GVsuSs6Ds/s1600-h/staring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOtUQSj1JBI/AAAAAAAAAcA/i9GVsuSs6Ds/s200/staring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254386029094577170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's Life when you're all alone by yourself?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I found out from my mum one day about the old lady. She gets kicked out of her own house by her daughter in-law in the wee hours of the morning. As soon as her son leaves for work, she's out. Jeez man. How could her own family do this to her?.. I hereby admit that I have a very soft spot for any elderly person in harsh situations. This particular&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOtSn28BtcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/hjVNaFk9kOk/s1600-h/637347_to_take_a_walk__under_the_rain_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOtSn28BtcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/hjVNaFk9kOk/s200/637347_to_take_a_walk__under_the_rain_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254384234973476290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; elder is not an exemption. I was disappointed, disappointed in how her son is treating her after what she had went through to take care of him. I was furious, furious that i couldn't do anything to help her. It's other people's family issues and as an outsider we shouldn't be doing anything. Either way, I continue to see her every single day till I entered college. She was still walking around the neighbourhood everyday. I still do waved to her once in awhile but sadly.. just a few weeks ago, I received the news about the old lady herself. She had passed away due to an over exposed to heat. She had apparently suffered severe headaches. I was upset. Nothing can be done. Just hope that she had a better life in her next life. I can no further comment on anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where did I get all this story from? About the reason why she was walking everyday in the neighbourhood and why did she died? Well, this auntie of mine stays next door to her house so whenever she drops by my house to see my mum she starts talking. I on the other hand, starts listening o.O..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOtXc2UzycI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PbTBsfVEXcU/s1600-h/a_lonely_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOtXc2UzycI/AAAAAAAAAcI/PbTBsfVEXcU/s200/a_lonely_night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254389543388563906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking down the empty route..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seeing you really brightens up my day. Even so, I rarely see you around.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenson-&lt;br /&gt;October 7 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-3872568725068610162?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3872568725068610162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=3872568725068610162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3872568725068610162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3872568725068610162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-of-elder-i-never-knew.html' title='Life of an Elder I Never Knew'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOtRtBOHcMI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BnK2zc632pA/s72-c/old_lady_walking_in_rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-7432948228413964315</id><published>2008-10-06T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:32:17.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Flushes From The Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;FlusS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;hhhhhh&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unbearable sound of the toilet bowl being used again crashes through the silent night. It was the 5th time I am hearing this. Both my younger siblings seems to be sound asleep. Me and my mom are wide awake due to the annoyingly sound of the toilet bowl being flushed. Well, it's 3.17a.m in the morning and dad's still not back yet. What do you expect? It's the Genting Highlands!!. Who wouldn't have the burning endurance of staying awake all day long in the casino? the truth is, my dad ain't that kind of gambler addict. He usually goes there after lunch. Then have dinner with us before continuing is "marathon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, back to the toilet flushes. So what's so out of the ordinary with the toilet flushes? o.O Let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's because there isnt anyone in the darn toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You got me there?:D Well, the bloody noise went on for hours. It started aroudn 2 something when we were slowly dozing off to our realm of dreams when &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Flussshhhhhhhh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My ears pricked a little. Thinking it was one of my siblings i shove it off. Then a few minutes later it happened again. I opened my eyes to look around. Everyone was in bed. I looked at my mom and she whispered to me "Leave them alone. It's their room after all. We're the visitors." I just nod and lay down. The first night was an ordeal. Seriously. I slept around 4 something. Well, I had actually got accustomed to this ssort of weird and unique happenings. My very first experience was when I was in Std 3 and it shook me well. After a couple of happeneings, i grew accustomed to all these supernatural activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing that someone else is there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next morning my mom sort of talked to whomever is there. Not to say face to face talk but just a mere notification:D. Here's what she said: "We're here for only 2 nights so please let us share the room. Thank you." Hei, treat them with respect and they will too. After all, they are here first. Well, the 2nd night still had a few flushes. I counted 6. Then no more. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOoPL1y1LhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/h0wx1RmVb7c/s1600-h/Duporth_moon_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOoPL1y1LhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/h0wx1RmVb7c/s200/Duporth_moon_021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254028611374362130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Johnny Boy is back in the streets of SS15. Yea man. Orientation did kill you right my boy? Haha. Blow the balloon and be sure to keep it safe till 3pm.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Seriously &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; man. Haha. Milo Ais as usual O.o..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have for today guys. Chaoz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenson-&lt;br /&gt;October 6 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-7432948228413964315?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7432948228413964315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=7432948228413964315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7432948228413964315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7432948228413964315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/10/flushes-from-toilet.html' title='Flushes From The Toilet'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SOoPL1y1LhI/AAAAAAAAAbg/h0wx1RmVb7c/s72-c/Duporth_moon_021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-7703132975886900997</id><published>2008-09-23T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:30:16.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some kind of Day</title><content type='html'>Just got back from the doing an acupuncture about half an hour ago=-=. The experience? Tingling pain all the while.  Well, the reason I wen tto the doctor was because I twisted my waist [more like sprained] 2 days ago. It was awful. Being knocked from behind by some guy who's 3 times my size and then gaining some burst of speed and knocking onto someone else, tell me about it. The momentum's teh cause of all these pain. Either way, I had sustained 2 injuries on my left leg as well. SO I thought it would be a great chance to treat the injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? All he did was just stuck the needles onto my left leg and waist and then have some wires attached to it and then walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Let the current flow"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol. Thanks Ting Cent for showing me this video of the legendary funny man, Rowan Atkinson^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ego3k8M-9U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/-ego3k8M-9U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's all for today=-=. Back aching like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenson-&lt;br /&gt;September 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-7703132975886900997?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7703132975886900997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=7703132975886900997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7703132975886900997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7703132975886900997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-kind-of-day.html' title='Some kind of Day'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-1165529085241227526</id><published>2008-09-18T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:41:09.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game</title><content type='html'>I super love this video man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZv3g-AhxjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZv3g-AhxjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Nash - The player that I salute the most. His dribbling skills are top notch. Definitely one of the best as he holds the MVP title in 2 consecutive season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact File of Steve Nash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/playerfile/steve_nash/bio.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.nba.com/playerfile/steve_nash/bio.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SNJi0CLxzFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-IKIW5KFjy8/s1600-h/nash_web2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SNJi0CLxzFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-IKIW5KFjy8/s200/nash_web2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247365161919040594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, true enough, he's my favorite basketball player in the NBA. So what skills and qualities made him a superb basketball player? One very good fact is that he's an ex Canadian football player. That's what explains his wonderful footwork up and down the court. He's basically everything. You name it, knife cut ins, critical clutches and of course his famous blind passes. For those of you that don't know what clutch means, it's a term for last second scoring whether to get the game tied or win the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[He's the one in the blue jersey]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He stands at an awesome height of 191cm and he's a point guard. He's like a head taller than me and he dribbles the damn ball like walking a dog. How I wish I could learn from himXD. It's my wish of my life:D. No doubt about it. He plays for the Phoenix Suns and I can't wait for him to lead his team to the NBA title in the next upcoming season. It's gonna be hard though. He has to overcome many barriers before he can hold up the NBA trophy up high=). Well, I am sure gonna hope for the best:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SNJg05xHI2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/p-MlrNdfooo/s1600-h/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SNJg05xHI2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/p-MlrNdfooo/s200/zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247362977816322914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Life seems to be moving on a very slow pace lately..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Jenson-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;September 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-1165529085241227526?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1165529085241227526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=1165529085241227526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/1165529085241227526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/1165529085241227526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/09/game.html' title='The Game'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SNJi0CLxzFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/-IKIW5KFjy8/s72-c/nash_web2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-2802283590758336437</id><published>2008-09-13T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:04:40.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Unresolved</title><content type='html'>I couldn't get a proper sleep last night=( Kept thinking bout last year's events. Saddening it is. Heartbreaking moments? Moments of failure? Emo-ing moments not to be left out as well. Thinking back, I regretted doing certain things and also regretted not doing certain things too. How I wish that I can turn the time back. But nah, that wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SMx5onLNAuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kluICDBzMvM/s1600-h/DE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SMx5onLNAuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kluICDBzMvM/s200/DE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245701404597486306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just like walking down a dark corridor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I got over it soon enough. These whole week has been all busy for me:D Hanging out with CK and JY. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Short form names are meant for complicated people.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, after a game last night we drop by USJ20's KFC for our dinner-supper. Who would have expected that there's a fight over there. Well, not a gang fight but a staff fight. Yeap. Staff fight. Never knew that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; frying chickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;making drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can cause such a fight. Well, not a fight where physical contact is involved though. Just a mere verbal quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not the real issue though. Having a fight like that in front of 20++ customers? What image are they trying to impose over there? Most of the people were shaking their head. The next I knew, half of the customers walked away. I was the 1st in line. I got the 1st class gold seat witnessing everything. A fight between a Malay guy and a Malay lady. Lol. Bulan Puasa biasa lah. Everyone emo. Tak cukup tidur dengan tak cukup makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just enjoy the scene and then when my order's here. my attention was on the food and nothing else. September 14. Siu Mai and Milo Ais at 7.15a.m is coming. Rigth John?:D That's all I have for today. See ya=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenson-&lt;br /&gt;September 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-2802283590758336437?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2802283590758336437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=2802283590758336437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2802283590758336437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2802283590758336437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/09/past-unresolved.html' title='The Past Unresolved'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SMx5onLNAuI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kluICDBzMvM/s72-c/DE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-6670401018000142748</id><published>2008-09-01T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:03:20.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of art and chocolates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, there goes 31st August. Our day of indepence exactly 51 years ago. Nah, I ain't gonna crap about the history of Merdeka or about the past Prime Ministers of Malaysia. So chill :D. Yea, yesterday my uncle came down from Penang, and stayed in Nikko Hotel. Yeap, the Nikko Hotel. Love teh ambience of the hotel. The best things yet to come, our usual dining spot at the hotel is the Japanese Restaurant which unfortunately, I had not took the initiative to remember the name. The best part about this particular restaurant is that the sushi slices they serve are thicker than other restaurants do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol. So, nothing much to talk about the food but we spent about RM900++ for the night? Lol. Lucky for us, my uncle has a membership with the restaurant which enable him to obtain a 50% discount; adding in, he has 2 RM 100 vouchers. So basically, we just paid RM300++. Yea I know. That sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about boring with me. I am so bored after the dinner and I ain't full. The worse part, is I'm bored. Nothing much but bored. We had a drink at the bar below and we got ourselves this chocolate pot:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241033004810638754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLvjv-vWFaI/AAAAAAAAATM/BNb-FU9AQ7g/s200/310820081019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Pot:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, I admit te pictures are abit blurry. Sorry for that. I lack of photographing skills and also, my camera phone sucks:D Well yea, as I said I was too bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241033534822983154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLvkO1MIpfI/AAAAAAAAATU/h7TS_-FUkuA/s200/310820081016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See!:D Use chocolate as my ink:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241033538233975266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLvkPB5YQeI/AAAAAAAAATk/Xxgcy7M9hv0/s200/310820081015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I guess I am just too free==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241033540778534178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLvkPLYDJSI/AAAAAAAAATc/wpI4yIsi2y0/s200/310820081017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, I rubbed my name away and did this out of the blue o.O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241033543711826610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLvkPWTZorI/AAAAAAAAATs/uYo8Vb5L2dI/s200/130820081007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, tilt your head to the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Boring post I assume. Well, update some other time then==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Jenson-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;September 1 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-6670401018000142748?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6670401018000142748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=6670401018000142748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6670401018000142748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6670401018000142748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-art-and-chocolates.html' title='Of art and chocolates'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLvjv-vWFaI/AAAAAAAAATM/BNb-FU9AQ7g/s72-c/310820081019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-6405404204426413491</id><published>2008-08-25T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:57:19.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban This Ban That</title><content type='html'>First thing first, check this video. It's a definitely a must watch video if you guys know anything about Avril's upcoming concert on August 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtJKiWMFFmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/dtJKiWMFFmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been awhile since this issue was resolved but I just can't stand it but to agree with these individuals. They had definitely voiced out for many unsatisfied and disgruntled Malaysians on the government.  Truthfully, I don't give a damn about politics but without politics and the quarrels and fights, it'll be so darn boring. Well, just check out the comments on youtube. You'll definitely laugh like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtJKiWMFFmE&amp;amp;eurl=http://mywrldotcom.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-soo-damn-embarassing-wei.html"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dtJKiWMFFmE&amp;amp;eurl=http://mywrldotcom.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-soo-damn-embarassing-wei.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Thanks to Izual for passing me the link:D. I laughed like mad and I got something to post today:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenson-&lt;br /&gt;August 26 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-6405404204426413491?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6405404204426413491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=6405404204426413491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6405404204426413491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6405404204426413491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-thing-first-check-this-video.html' title='Ban This Ban That'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-5502409496743913010</id><published>2008-08-23T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T03:20:14.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Skin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;New blog skin:D. How's the skin everyone?:D Be sure to leave your comments bout the blog skin:D. Don't forget lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, it's been sometime again since I last updated my blog. Well, assignments are really getting the hang of me. Perhaps? Well, can anyone suggest a good theme song for the blog? Well, I feel that there's a variety of songs that do a good match up with the blog skin. To tell you the truth, John's the one who influenced me to change the blog skin. I practically like his blog skin much more as they are brownish and has the wood element. I rather much prefer that skin though. Nature is my 'thang'. Wood elements and water elements suits me best. John's skinare of bamboos mostly.His blogskin overall has that Chinese Martial Art Element:D. It kinda reminds me of the Crouching Tiger Huidden Dragon movie.&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 align="left"&gt;&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 align="left"&gt;&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 align="left"&gt;&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 align="left"&gt;&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238007670962798562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLEkOX6CP-I/AAAAAAAAASU/pPW86fdNUS8/s200/Bamboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ignore Zhang Ziyi and check out the Bamboos :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Olympics ends today right? Well, I guess it will be another 4 years before we can catch another round of this historic event. The next Oympics will be held in London. Woot! These few days keeps raining and raining. Can't even go out. Well, what to do but to go online? Like normal gamers would, I just can't wait for Starcraft II and Diablo III to be released. Damn. Just cn't wait!&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 align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238014590479764978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLEqhJHcDfI/AAAAAAAAASc/aWSULGDCAe8/s200/starcraft2screenshot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just check out the graphics. It's way better than teh previous installment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238014592595793794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLEqhQ_8F4I/AAAAAAAAASk/ujoI07ixyjI/s200/starcraft2screenshot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so drooling over the graphics:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The best is yet to come. My very first RPG game and will alway be my favourite RPG game of all time is Diablo II. Well, Diablo III's coming out and believe me when itdoes, it's gonna take the world by storm! Ever since the very first installment was released by Blizzard Entertainment in 1996, no other RPG games can b used to compare with the Diablo series. Bah! I could only get 1 screenshot of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238017838465840834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLEteMzqdsI/AAAAAAAAASs/h0AWLlSVYQg/s200/Mythos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A screenshot of the much anticipated Diablo III.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UhrsIF6ymVE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UhrsIF6ymVE&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;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just check out the cinematics:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQMBIRipp5A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQMBIRipp5A&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Also, check out the graphics and gameplay:D&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;p align="left"&gt;Now i feel like a damn geek=). LOL. Owh well, I'll stop here:D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Take care guys^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Jenson-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-5502409496743913010?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5502409496743913010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=5502409496743913010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/5502409496743913010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/5502409496743913010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-blog-skin.html' title='New Blog Skin!'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLEkOX6CP-I/AAAAAAAAASU/pPW86fdNUS8/s72-c/Bamboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-528582376088530335</id><published>2008-08-12T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:35:21.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nasi Lemak</title><content type='html'>Well, as you people know, my favourite all time dish is the no other Nasi Lemak^^ I usually have an average of 5-7 times of nasi lemak. Yeap yeap^^ The sweet and hot sambal that had always got my mouth wateringXD. It's the main reason why I love Nasi Lemak so much=) Different chefs and cooks have different types of sambal. No sambal is alike. So, that's why I find Nasi Lemak to be so interesting=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whenever I see Nasi Lemak on the menu I'll order it, a Nasi Lemak stall by the roadside, you'll see me buying them home. It's always a must try for me. Regardless how the add on dishes are like, for me the main thing is to try the sambal. Yummy^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some really good pictures of the delicacy I craved all the timeXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKFJNK7SvQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pDI4aZQwx3w/s1600-h/NL3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233544732601400578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKFJNK7SvQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pDI4aZQwx3w/s200/NL3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummeh! *drooling* O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKFJNP62ksI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qJ5SoH0Gb1s/s1600-h/NL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233544733941732034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKFJNP62ksI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qJ5SoH0Gb1s/s200/NL2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tempting huh? *drooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I went to Cabana Cafe for a morning breakfast. It has been awhile since I last stepped into the Cafe actually. As, I had 3 weeks of holidays=). I only had one dish in mind. The Nasi Lemak *drooling* Yea man^^. I was surprised that the menu changed o.O. BUt I still ordered the Nasi Lemak. The nasi lemak wasn't that bad actually. The curry ayam's good and the sambal? Typically chinese home made=). Ain't going anywhere near racism here=). But I do prefer Malay's Sambal. They are originally the ones who made the heavenly chili paste=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Well, I decided to go for a change and got myself a Nasi Lemak Ayam Goreng^^. Who knows.. The Nasi Lemak wasn't what I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKFJMq2VaAI/AAAAAAAAARs/VnYxoSCM9-E/s1600-h/NL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233544723990669314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKFJMq2VaAI/AAAAAAAAARs/VnYxoSCM9-E/s200/NL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Lol No. Not this picture. This picture resembles my expectations earlier. But how the Nasi Lemak really looks like was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKGaBXx0loI/AAAAAAAAASE/5Bja_lvdssQ/s1600-h/070820081004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233633590334756482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKGaBXx0loI/AAAAAAAAASE/5Bja_lvdssQ/s200/070820081004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeez man. Just look at the so called Ayam Coreng. 4 pieces =o=".... GG.COM man.. I rtaher have Fish balls lor I tell you. Seriously.. Look at the sambal also. So darn little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I continue chowing down either way as the hunger had really got meXD. Well, since we were in a group, we talk and talk and talk.. till.. *thud* Looks down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKGaBZOrKxI/AAAAAAAAASM/C7Ju18UeSDg/s1600-h/070820081005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233633590724209426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKGaBZOrKxI/AAAAAAAAASM/C7Ju18UeSDg/s200/070820081005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So, I ony ate 3 ketulan ayam goreng.. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rest of the days hasn't been interesting at all. Just some normal dull days. well, I'll update soon enough againXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care guys^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NasiLemakKid-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKFJMq2VaAI/AAAAAAAAARs/VnYxoSCM9-E/s1600-h/NL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-528582376088530335?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/528582376088530335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=528582376088530335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/528582376088530335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/528582376088530335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-nasi-lemak-oo.html' title='My Nasi Lemak'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SKFJNK7SvQI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pDI4aZQwx3w/s72-c/NL3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-454088419404975849</id><published>2008-07-25T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T04:52:26.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decisions I have To Make..</title><content type='html'>Alright, a serious confession by me: I flunked two of my subjects. This is too much. I shouldn't had wasted my time playing the game Perfect World. It's too addictive and I paid my price for it. I had a choice given by parents. Not my parents in the first place. It was me myself. Well, a few weeks back, I dreamt that I failed a subject. And WALA! I did. I talked to John about it and he said I shouldn't stop studying. Yea, I shouldn't. I have already came this far, so why should I give up now? Well, deep within me, I know that I myself can do much better than this. But, it might eat up most of my time and of course money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I learnt my mistake and I shouldn't indulge myself in the game too much. For the past 3 weeks, I had already wasted most of my time in PW. Basically, ALL my time in the game. Well, Thanks John. Your obsession in becoming a polygot had gotten me as well. I guess in no time, I am gonna start speaking some foreign languages soon=). Alright the point is, I shouldn't be hung over this past mistake of mine. What's done is already done. No point worrying and crying over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not like this guy right here who's my best buddy and I guess I'll never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SIm92mfqiYI/AAAAAAAAARk/tMx6FOy028Y/s1600-h/Homer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SIm92mfqiYI/AAAAAAAAARk/tMx6FOy028Y/s200/Homer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226917588284115330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more shitty stories from now on. My goal is set. get a degree and get myself a darn job. Well, enough about this crap. Look forward and do what you must do=). From now on, emokid is back to blogging daily. Emo out=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-454088419404975849?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/454088419404975849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=454088419404975849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/454088419404975849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/454088419404975849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/07/decisions-i-have-to-make.html' title='The Decisions I have To Make..'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SIm92mfqiYI/AAAAAAAAARk/tMx6FOy028Y/s72-c/Homer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-7213989502024328338</id><published>2008-07-21T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:26:02.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boring Days</title><content type='html'>It's 10am, I carried myself to the washroom and wash myself up. Get a copy of The Satrs news paper to start the day off. Get to know what's happening around the world while having my breakfast. In just 5 minutes, I'm right in front of the computer. Online, nothing to do, just well..rot. At least, I rot technologically o.O. Pity my friend Chee Kin the other day though. No electricity for a few hours and he basically can't do anything. No Tv, no radio, no computer, no girl no nothing. I wonder how he get past through his days. Lucky for him, he has a friend like me=). Took him out for a movie^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of my days I am just stuck in front of the computer. While the other few days, I'm out watching a movie with them. Catching the latest movies and having lunch together? That's basically my life; without a girl o.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! I just can't get the mood to blog these days. What can I say? I have no interesting facts or stories to tell as I am stuck at home. Well, a friend of  mine asked me to help promote the basketball 2 on 2 competition this Saturday in Taylor's Main Campus. The venue of the promotion? Every high school around the USJ area. Like I have so much time to do so=-=. Yea, I do but I can't seem to find the time to do anything right now o.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaargghhhh~!! BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-boredkid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-7213989502024328338?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7213989502024328338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=7213989502024328338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7213989502024328338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7213989502024328338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-boring-days.html' title='My Boring Days'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-4705145927143069997</id><published>2008-07-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:10:53.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog's Barely Alive</title><content type='html'>My blog's barely alive right now=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okok JOhn. Blame it all on me. Blame it all on me^^. Unlike me, John's an active blogger these days. Stopped gaming, start learning new things like Spanish and Chinese languages. Wow John, you really do amazed me. I mean, you're so THE different from last time when we were still in the same class. Lol. Dude. Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories consist of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dota&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siu Mai at 7.15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost in looking for place to eat for lunch breaks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch in Kota Kemuning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Failed a subject o.O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rotting on M floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, who could had forgotten the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annoying Fu Yi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fu Yi's inproper time management &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Annoying Krishna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Krishna's  weird jokes and erm.. laughter=-=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now, it's all been different and weird=-=. The annoying duo got themselves a girl. Horray for them. They won't be annoying us anymore^^. Spanish and Chinese? I mean, what' gotten into you bro? LOL. 2 months ago, it was DOTA Frenzy for you. And now? Writing up a Spanish blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's awesome man. It really is. Now, look at me=-= What have I been doing all these while?? The previous post was on June 26. Damn. It seemed as though it was yesterday. Owh god.=-= Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, update sometime later=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-4705145927143069997?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4705145927143069997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=4705145927143069997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4705145927143069997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4705145927143069997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogs-barely-alive.html' title='The Blog&apos;s Barely Alive'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-1255091968800460733</id><published>2008-06-26T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:02:11.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Exams=-=</title><content type='html'>Finals finals finals=-= It sucks my life essence out of me. On Monday, I almost came out from the hall of my Accounting Decisions and Accountability paper as a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;dead body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and yesterday, I came out from the multi purpose hall in main Campus nearly as someone who just saw a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Damn. What would happen to me in my upcoming papers?=-= Each paper consumes nearly 4 hours of my life. Jeez man. It's as good as rotting there if you can't do a single question. Fro now, I have 5 days to relax but of course, I still have to work on my other 2 subjects. Guess I will be starting on the subjects tomorrow I guess=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenson is actually gonna sit down and study? Wow. I can't believe myself either=) I know that Emily knows me best. Jenson's a good and studious boy right Emi?=) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily whom is my dear friend since err... Form 5? Lol. I met her in some tuition back then in USJ 9=) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She was being punished for not doing her work=) Lalala~~ She was sent to another room together along with a friend of hers. I finished mine=) I was free so, I went and check them out. And from there, that's how I know Emily the great=)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; *whispers* I sadly regretted this woman who complains non-stop about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nola. Just jokingXD The best thing I know about her was her dream when she was a kid. She said she wanted to be the Prime Minister. *HmmpHH!* Prime Minister? Haha. Hooray for Malaysia! Wawasan 2050 akan dicapai. Owh well=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, here's aquestion for you:&lt;br /&gt;Eh Emi, bila lu mau terbang ke luar negara? Cepat sikit boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, a wonderful friend of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Jenson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-1255091968800460733?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1255091968800460733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=1255091968800460733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/1255091968800460733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/1255091968800460733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/06/final-exams.html' title='Final Exams=-='/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-6365481793728863959</id><published>2008-06-19T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:19:25.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Siao Wah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;1. At what age do you wish to married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;18=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;2. Study hard or play hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Study hard and Play hard hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;3. Who is the person u trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Mother of course=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;In what situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;5. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Own an island with sea bungalows and my own private house=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;6. What is your idea friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I befriend them for who they are=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;7. What is your goal this year?&lt;br /&gt;Improve my living skills. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Yes I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;9. If you have all the time and money in the world, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Retire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;10. When will you feel sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Is emo-ing counted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;11. Ballons or Candy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Candy of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;12. What feelings you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;13. What is your childhood ambition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Police=-=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;14. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;The ones taht I care around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;16. Who do you hope to be always behind you, supporting you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;17. People who are going to be hated by you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;What?=-=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;18. Describe the person who tagged you in five words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Siao Wah's definitely very smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;19. Do you deserve to be loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;It depends on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;20)What are you doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Counting the time down till my Finals are over=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 18pt; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-6365481793728863959?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6365481793728863959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=6365481793728863959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6365481793728863959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6365481793728863959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/06/1.html' title='Tagged by Siao Wah.'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-8458018819609609453</id><published>2008-06-19T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T06:01:01.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Victor Bay..Again=-=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;List out 5 things that you wished for as a gift :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Everyone I know and care about living well=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Front page news! : Pak Lah Bans all Exams in Every Education Level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Parents forcing their children to play games and sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-10 years free supply of petrol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-World peace "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why you chose that :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I ain't got no reason for that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It's because my exam's next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I rathe see people play and enjoy rather than seeing people rotting of studying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Need to explain more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I don't know. NO terrorism in future would make the world a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 impressions on the special person you like(d) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-                    (=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-                    (=o=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-                    (=O=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;-                    (=0=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-                    (=~=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 great inventions/creations that you admired most :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-DOTA perhaps?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The universe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Imaginations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The human Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 things that you hate the most :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-First on the list, Exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DOTA? In a way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Dam hate to do this leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Wakau! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la! Who else?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooligans that you want to tag :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Think &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anyone want to do also can la=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-8458018819609609453?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8458018819609609453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=8458018819609609453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8458018819609609453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8458018819609609453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged-by-victor-bayagain.html' title='Tagged by Victor Bay..Again=-='/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-6239657838054263109</id><published>2008-06-07T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:04:23.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates updates?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have been really slacking lately. I have many blog materials to crap on about but it seems that the laziness in me had really got hold of me. And instead, I chose to blog on nothing today. I just can't seem to sit down and update everyday like I used to. These 2 weeks had all been some kind of holiday alike to me. Nevertheless, there's something that had been bothering me recently. My Finals. Yeap, My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Not to say that I am stressing over it. But I am just seeing it as an obstacle. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, Balqis and Sandra had sparked something out of the blue for me the other day. Balqis can &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Sandra can really really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Balqis loves to draw mangas. Her favourite manga is of course the none other Dragon Ball series; Sandra loves the Ragnarok series. Haha. I didn't expect that we share the same interests. Me on the other hand, I have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wild imaginative mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on all sorts of mangas. It's like a small manga world in my head=). I can tell you all that. I used to write all those anime stories myself back when I was in high school. I wrote more than 10 books actually. But too bad I lost all of them after graduating from high school. I started when I was in Form 3. I could say I can draw but.. I started drawing back when I was in STD 2 perhaps? Also starting of with imitating the characters of Dragon Ball like Balqis did. But I stopped. I took up another thing. Game Books. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered clearly that it was my friend by the name Joel who had started this trend first. Haha. Then it got me, I love games so I decided that I should maybe try and be a game creator in future. But just too bad, I took up business. Haha. Don't worry, I didn't regret taking up business. I kept making all these gamebooks then I gave to my friends. And tehy played among themselves. While I just sit by the side and watch them play. I didn;t play with them as I was the one who created the game. there ain't any fun to it. I kept making these game books up to form 4XD. Haha. Nerdy eh? Either way, Form 4 was the peak year of the game book. Haha. My friends were all so into the darn game that even student sfrom other classes were keen on trying them. Gosh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;FORM 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wei=-=..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the game was something like RTS. It's Real time Strategy for short. Some games like Command and Conquer but I didn't use the same concept thoughXD. It's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;SECRET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SHHHHH~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't wanna reveal more to it. Haha. Just that it got so peak till my friend were willing to trade real cash for the in game cash=-=. I was tremendously speechless but I was happy that my friends did enjoyed that. Alright, back to the Balqis and Sandra. Well, I was keen to start writing on my all time favourite story again. It's kinda related to Element users. Haha. I have plans for it actually. I write the plot, Sandra edit them, and Balqis will draw them. First a fantasy fiction novel and then comics=). Most probably we would maybe turn this into some mini business that can generate revenues for the 3 of us. Perhaps... Perhaps.. But I guess I need some support from my friends though=) If we were to make this happen, the 3 of us are not enough. We need some people who are good in other divisions thoughXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all I have for today i guess=) Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenson-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-6239657838054263109?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6239657838054263109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=6239657838054263109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6239657838054263109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6239657838054263109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates-updates.html' title='Updates updates?'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-3567637104970193855</id><published>2008-05-29T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T06:42:39.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories Unwanted..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well well well. I have been missing for only like.. Saturday.. Sunday.. Monday.. Tuesday.. Hmm. 4 days to be exact? I was here yesterday.. but I didn't entr class as I was kinda like ruhing with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; assignment. Hei, I haven't even wrote a single thing. I had ig plans actually. I had planned to do my assignment in Redang but ended up.. Never touched anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Acually, there's no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wi-Fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there. Wait. Is this reason concrete enough to support my slackiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely every 5 star hotel has an internet room or some business room where there are computers to rent out right? Yes indeed there was a particular room that does this. 6 comps and all still using Windows 95. Hei, even doing assignments require style right?=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, back to where I was these few days. I had apparently went to Redang the on Saturday. But on the first night, we stayed overnight at a 3 star resort in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;K&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Kuala Terengganu to be precise. The word KT is some kind of reminiscence to me. Hmm. Saddening but yet, this is what that made me stronger perhaps? Either way, I didn't had a good night sleep that night. alk abou dirty walls and bed. It sucks to the perfection. Shito. It's considered an ordeal to me. Here's a confession, I can never sleep well in 3 star hotels or places that I find uncomfortable. I was also kinda like disapopointed upon seeing the beach behind that inn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205778327912539634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6jzs6nZfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/K3uUatLDef0/s200/24052008893.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got over that night with the utmost discomfort. Seriously. And I was basically greete with a greatday ahead of me. It was the day I had long awaited for. Crystal clear sea waters, clear blue sky, and of course white sandy beaches. It was all long awaitd for by me=) Who knows that we had to take up 40 minutes to reach that Redang. My aunt had told me that the boat had changed last year or it would had taken us 3 hours to reach Redang. My reply? "...." Bah. Who cares? 40 minutes is still long. Jeez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205779461783905794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6k1s6nZgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WwJ1edv8Wok/s200/25052008900.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Nevermind about that. The following pictures can help describe most of the trip=) Ranging from the welcome signboard, white sandy beaches, to the crystal clear blue sea waters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205780608540173842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6l4c6nZhI/AAAAAAAAAPs/h-0mTRc-Jfs/s200/25052008907.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205780612835141154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6l4s6nZiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/orEP6_c9P0c/s200/25052008906.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205782743138919986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6n0s6nZjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/dmKK-oNi8hM/s200/25052008912.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205782751728854594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6n1M6nZkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-DcMx2jggvA/s200/25052008910.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6n1c6nZlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/YzfXR3RpP4Y/s1600-h/25052008911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205782756023821906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6n1c6nZlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/YzfXR3RpP4Y/s200/25052008911.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6n2M6nZmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Vb4N8fdDLi4/s1600-h/26052008920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205782768908723810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6n2M6nZmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Vb4N8fdDLi4/s200/26052008920.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6uDM6nZnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/msAAkXN5GMM/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205789589316789874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6uDM6nZnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/msAAkXN5GMM/s200/IMG_0038.JPG" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6uDc6nZoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Q6x5I8xyW9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205789593611757186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6uDc6nZoI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Q6x5I8xyW9Y/s200/IMG_0090.JPG" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6uDs6nZpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/D1Og_d05220/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205789597906724498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6uDs6nZpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/D1Og_d05220/s200/IMG_0229.JPG" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6uDs6nZqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/G_KoZiaaQoo/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205789597906724514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6uDs6nZqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/G_KoZiaaQoo/s200/IMG_0235.JPG" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6wPM6nZrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EiDSjS9_tX0/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205791994498475698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6wPM6nZrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/EiDSjS9_tX0/s200/IMG_0237.JPG" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6wPs6nZsI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZgOB5EIh4sQ/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205792003088410306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6wPs6nZsI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZgOB5EIh4sQ/s200/IMG_0238.JPG" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I guess that's more or less the pictures I have =) Lol. I am kinda like lazy to talk any further. Haha. So, I will update tomorrow=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-emokid-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-3567637104970193855?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3567637104970193855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=3567637104970193855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3567637104970193855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3567637104970193855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/05/memories-unwanted.html' title='Memories Unwanted..'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SD6jzs6nZfI/AAAAAAAAAPc/K3uUatLDef0/s72-c/24052008893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-4123598630590822312</id><published>2008-05-20T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:32:30.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Assignements and Stresses.</title><content type='html'>Shito! These few days had all been hectic for me. I presume? Well, try finishing 2 sets of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;3000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; words and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; words of essay in just 3 days. Hmm. I guess there lots of people who are basically worrying their lives over these assignments. So who is at fault? If you blame the Taylor's Staffs, this proves that you are stupid. Totally a knock-out dumbo. The assignment was given to us 3-5 weeks ago, so we are the ones who had been procrastinating. Sleeping late, grazing the bedsheet for hour even though you are already wide awake and spending time on things that aren't at all important? Lol. I am just happy to say that I myself don't usually d all these but I know myself better. I have my own reason. Why is it? I myself know that I am a person that can't do things when there aren't any pressure or force. If you expect me to sit down still and work for weeks on 1 particular assignment,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that's not Jenson. It's definitely somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically, I don't always feel stress over un-finished homework or assignment. Well, I knowthat stress is very common i many teenaers and young adults like us today. So how did I manage to comprehend with all these workloads when the others are stressing, scratching their heads off, cursing and regretting having to join this course, feeling like it's the end of the world each tim the assignment due dat is just a few feet away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I will finish it within time. I kept my mind with a strong sense of determination, concentration and many other positive aspects. I divided my time equally. Hei, I am not done yet. I ain't talking about assignments here. I am talking about dividing my share oftime for other things as well. So basically, I have plenty of time to DOTA, basketball, eat and of course sleep. The rest of the time? Assignments it is. Yup yup! I did follow my timetable=) When I am bored of sleeping, dota-ing, basketball-ing, eating, it's time for assignment-ing. Got the focus and concentration on the assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I admit that I asked my friends for help. Discussing and seeking for ideas among one another. Lol. Basically, I got to thank Julian, Zahra, Stanley, Jun Tsien and of course Angelyn. Sorry or having to call a few times to ask about assignments. Lol. Either way, thanks alot you guys. Haha. All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's how I got my assignments done around 9.30 last night after much editing and uploadig. Even though I was done wit all that, I had this sunken feeling in me. Not happy, not enjoyable, but sad. Why? Seeing my friends and my felow classmates having to work till late night and most of them had been skipping their sleep and meal time just to finish the assignments. Well, what a day. I can't help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shoutout: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Life's meant to be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enjoyed&lt;/span&gt;, not to be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt; over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I guess it only works on me only I guess. That's all I have for now. Take care guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-4123598630590822312?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4123598630590822312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=4123598630590822312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4123598630590822312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4123598630590822312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/05/of-idiots-and-numbskulls.html' title='Of Assignements and Stresses.'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-6729573765550466924</id><published>2008-05-16T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:46:50.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Lost As It Seems.</title><content type='html'>All you poor little thing. Looks like it that after scanning the IP of these baboons, I found out that there's no Kelvin and there ain't got no Jack as well. It's only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; person spamming me== Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got the slightest idea who's Kelvin but this guy got a better grammar comparing with Jack. Apparently, he's so darn free that he's pretending to be Jack as well=) Haha! Having to write some broken language just to distinguish himself as 2 different person. Wonderful. Wait a minute, it seemed that the words under Kelvin too had some broken language. Bah! What do you expect from a poor, pity yet desperate person??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Lesson is in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice but to do this. As it seems that today I have some materials to post again. Thanks alot whoever you are=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SC1EpUsFwRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/spBTZHQDwCM/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SC1EpUsFwRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/spBTZHQDwCM/s200/2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200888621401751826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circles in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; represents the grammartical errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Other"? - Zzz.== How many people are there left out there? Only 1 ar?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You slept and having s--". - Past tense and present continuous tense together in a statement? That's basically wrong== Gosh. It seems that to him, someone who had already slept still can engage in some activity.. Hmm. Interesting indeed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Tel"? - Tell. I know you are trying hard to say Tell. But using the word tell in this sentence make no sense. Repetition of the sentence&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Lol. Any1 tel y jenson deleted the previous Cbox?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyone tell? Anyone told? Anyone bla bla bla. Whatever you put there, it makes no sense. In my opinion the sentence whould be like this. Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Can anyone tell me why Jenson deleted the previous Cbox?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone knew why Jenson deleted the previous Cbox?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Circles in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; represents the Ip Address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the Ip address are similiar. Well, definitely the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, you definitely got the wrong person dude. I never step foot into a club before. Worse still, a gay club? Wonderful. I don't drink either. What you accused me of is completely not me. Of all Jenson's around the world, why me?== Don't tell me you went and google 'Jenson'== Zz. Nice spending time with you though. Whatever you do at my blog, no one's gonna believe you. Cause everyone here knows the true me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Gotta end here. Tons of assignments to finish up=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-6729573765550466924?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6729573765550466924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=6729573765550466924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6729573765550466924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6729573765550466924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-lost-as-it-seems.html' title='Still Lost As It Seems.'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SC1EpUsFwRI/AAAAAAAAAPU/spBTZHQDwCM/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-3474078058127641467</id><published>2008-05-15T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:42:17.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Bummer!</title><content type='html'>Any idea what is actually going on?== I kind of blur and confused over what's happening. *Yawn* I had just only removed my chatbox. Well, sorry for the inconvenience especially to Kelvin and what was the name again? Ah yes, Jack. Very well, to those who had not read the comments, I will just kinda like summarize what these 2 nincompoops had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin says : Nice to met you at the gay club last Saturday night. Who's the guy you kissing with? Your new boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenson says : Saturday night? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Gay Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Wow. I don't club man. Besides, hike up your grammar man, it's supposed to be nice to meet you. Not nice to met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Apparently I had kinda like forgotten what he had said on the next comment. But nevermind, move on.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There there here comes Jack with a more profound language and more detailed accuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack says : You had slept with *who* then anal --- *him* oral very *geng* Very hairy. Bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack says : You have a girlfriend and you still have gay s--? Now 'they' won't let you go that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;-THE END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, out of the blue, having someone to come and accused me of having &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;Gay S--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with them? Anal , oral? Wow. Seems interesting. That's why I must blog it=) In fact, i find it tremendously funny! Haha. They first said that I went clubbing. My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Since when I go clubbing? I damn hate clubbing la ok?== Not of my interest. And worse of all, a gay club? What makes you think that I would go to a gay club when I don't club at all in the first place? Well of course, the next is me having to kiss a guy? Wow. My first kiss &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;*blushing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still not used up yetXD. Wahaha. Shh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the accusation of me having a girlfriend then sleeping with a guy. Wow.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is memang &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;NINCONPOOPNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; material~! Lol. Having a girlfriend then sleeping with a guy? Isn't this more like bisexual? Basically Jack or whoever you are, you got it all wrong. How you know I have a girlfriend? Since when I had a girlfriend? Wahaha. My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This had been a ridiculous day for me. Lol! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Funny Baboons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the earthquake in China claimed either one of your relatives till you had to go off course in my blog? Go get yourself to the Befrienders or something la. They are there to help and I am not. I am here to enjoy your good for nothing rantings and accusations!=) Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2008 is seriously a year to be remembered for. Why? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Why is it you wonder huh? It's actually because of the many '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' messages and spams I recieved recently. A perfect example shown above is good enough. I don't know what made them attracted to me. Perasan leh? Yup. I admit I super perasan=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasan gives me self-confidence. Wowo. Wise words from a wise man. Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the emotion currently running through my head now? Me? Scared? Or wait.. Me feeling darn guilty of sleeping with him. Aww. How sad. Wahaha! Dream on! In fact, I thank you for giving me some crap shit to brag n post about! Wahaha! And there you have it! Jenson's emotions! This is definitely some funny shit!! A conclusion to end this jiggaboo shit, I believe that those who spam me are indeed jealous of me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;[Here comes my perasan-ness again]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous through what? Basketball? Height? Looks? Popularity? Life? What is it? Hairiness Perhaps? Shit!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need not explain and try to make things clear to anyone. Whoever knows me well, I believe you guys know the true self of me=) Jenson likes to use the word gay. Yes. Gay means happy. It's just some word which I use more approximately 25 times a day? Owh yea, excluding spamming in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=). Either way, my true friends ya'll know who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a Godforsaken shoutout from me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so 'the' totally into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;=)! Cheers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Jack and Kelvin, look on the bright side. You guys might have got the wrong guy. Or maybe you guys need help? Go google for the Befriender's contact. I believe they have an outlet around Kuala Lumpur=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Peace out! Take care alright?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-3474078058127641467?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3474078058127641467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=3474078058127641467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3474078058127641467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3474078058127641467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-bummer.html' title='What A Bummer!'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-4290637305643425690</id><published>2008-05-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:06:35.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choice is Mine</title><content type='html'>The choice is mine. Whether anot to pursue my dreams of having a vacation in Redang or joining the 3 on 3 competition? Well, of course la I chose the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Redang Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Lol. Will be leaving at the 24th of May the same day the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 on 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kicks off. What a bummer. I itch for a competition and I also itch for the Redang trip. It was planned since last December by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal clear blue seawaters, white sandy beaches and the beautiful view of sunset and sunrise, here I come!!=) Lol. It's my dream to buy an island, further establishing it into some kind of resort with sea bugalows and of course, my very own dream house on the island itself=). Having to move in with my family and enjoy life is my dream goalXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shito! I still have 1 ADA assignment not done yet, a presentation and the MKT assignment too. Not to be left out, the worst case scenario of my whole life, 2 sets of 3000 words essay not even touched yet==. Good gracious me. But wth! I ain't gonna worry my life over it! Instead, I am gonna smile and laugh all my way and finish it by this week itself! Next week's the due date by the way.==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! HA! Gotcha! I managed to grab hold of this picture that Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SCp_pksFwQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7dpYWJCpHsg/s1600-h/12052008831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SCp_pksFwQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7dpYWJCpHsg/s200/12052008831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200109071952625922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess where I got the picture? Right in front of my house that is. Haha. The addiction to the sky and clouds are hitting on me again. I know the picture's rather blur as I took it using my camera phone. Bah! Wth. Enjoy the sky and cloud is what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Phew! Looks like it that Johnathan has finally start updating his blog! Wowo. Keep it up John!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to his blog. He got some cool updates  varying from musics, movies and even his favourite soccer club! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feverfool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Woops. I mean &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3rdavenuefreeze-out.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://3rdavenuefreeze-out.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys, Take care! Update real soon!&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-4290637305643425690?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4290637305643425690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=4290637305643425690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4290637305643425690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4290637305643425690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/05/choice-is-mine.html' title='The Choice is Mine'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SCp_pksFwQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/7dpYWJCpHsg/s72-c/12052008831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-1185743945494676509</id><published>2008-05-12T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:54:27.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Tags by Victor Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Double Tag by &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Victor&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bay&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;== Tahnks alot Vic. You are super free==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TAG 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Real name: The name's Ng Rui Siong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: Jenson. Sonjen, J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married: Looking forward to it==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male or Female: &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Male&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;High School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;: SMK USJ 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College: &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Taylor&lt;/st1:city&gt;'s &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Business&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;South   Australia&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Love it short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak?: Of course. Who doesn't? But not to that such ridiculous extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 178-182cm? Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?: Apparently..it's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself?: Partly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righty of lefty: AIn't got no piercing no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First surgery: Back when I was 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First piercing(s): WTH? Ain't got any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: Best friends? Well, There are a few=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First award: Long forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First sport you joined: Badminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pet: Fighting fish perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First vacation: &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; at the age of 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First concert: Never liked one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First crush: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating: Just had my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking: MRET water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to: NBA highlights on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wants kids: Approximately 3 kids? Or maybe more? Depends on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Of course ler. I just said I want 3 kids or so==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind: Business Tycoon, Land Estate Entrepreneur, Resort Owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ONE IS BETTER*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips or eyes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; lips and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses: Anything from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller: Taller a lil bit more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or spontaneous: Both sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice stomach or nice arms: Nice stomach? You mean Abs is it?== Nice stomache..==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble maker or a hesitants: Trouble maker on the double.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger: Random kissing? Sounds abit..Nah. It ain't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dranks bubbles: First, grammatical error. Which &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; put down &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Zz. Never drank bubbles before. But does my own saliva count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost glasses or contacts: Hoho. To date, I think I had lost more than 15 glasses. I start wearing glasses since I was 4. But recently, I had not been wearing for more than a year already. I remembered dropping by glasses into the '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. Yea, The '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'. Which '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'? That toilet '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'. Zz. Venue? You wouldn't believe it. A bloody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; in one in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;ZOO NEGARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;==. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run away from home: A few metres away from home. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone younger: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone older: Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken somone's heart: A girl? Never will. Parents? Probably too much. I am trying not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested: For violently rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned someone down: Did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: Never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked a friend: Many years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself: Every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles: Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight: Yup yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex on the first date: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Nah. Never my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Devils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now: Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time: Never had a girlfriend before?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 12pt;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you believe in God: Always did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;TAG 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;Damn man. I am Chinese. What do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Emperor sizeXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is your room clean?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I got no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Laptop or Desktop computer?&lt;br /&gt;For better gaming experience. Desktop is better. But to me, both are actually equal=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite comedian?&lt;br /&gt;Err. Stephen Chow is the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;For what? Contributing to air pollution bit by bit? Hell no! I am an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;environmentalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Improving the defense system of the body? Does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;Like me? I ain't got the slightest idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Whats the sexiest thing about Condoleeza Rice?&lt;br /&gt;Senator Rice? The one in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? Wow. She's one tough lady. Iron Woman in the making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;With or without is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who sleeps with you every night?&lt;br /&gt;Younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't cheat on nobody. I hope that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s the same. And of course, as long the both of us stay faithful to one another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many times have you been pulled over by the police?&lt;br /&gt;Never looking forward to it==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pancakes or French Toast?&lt;br /&gt;French Pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How do you like your eggs?&lt;br /&gt;My eggs? Way more than you do. Lol. Sunny side up?? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you believe in astrology?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Yea. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Lim Kok Wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last person on your missed call list?&lt;br /&gt;Sheng Loong==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;Sheng Loong says: "Sorry I silent my phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. McDonalds or Burger King?&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's Burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Number of pillows?&lt;br /&gt;1 for a head la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;White Rice with braised chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Apple and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Orange&lt;/st1:place&gt; juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you hearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Blue Night by Micheal Learns to Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pick a lyric?&lt;br /&gt;When the blue night, is over my face, on the dark side of the world in space. When&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; am all alone, with the stars above, you are the one I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp;amp; J sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;It don't even sound good==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Can you play pool?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Not of my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you know how to swim?&lt;br /&gt;Swam since I was 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like maps?&lt;br /&gt;I need to know the world right?==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Tell me a random fact:&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ever had a hard on at work?&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This question is really something. What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ever attend a theme party?&lt;br /&gt;Yea I did. 3 years back. Music is the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever do a keg stand?&lt;br /&gt;Keg stand??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Craziest place you've slept after a night of drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Never will drink. Omg la. So darn embarassing. Sleeping in the cc? Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is the first music video you ever saw?&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5 I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Pick a movie quote:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Ain't got any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite hangout?&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Best friend's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Johnny Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How long have you known them?&lt;br /&gt;A year. Got to know him last year. We wer ein the same class. But now that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is rotting at home== No uni yet. What a bum==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last time you laughed at something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Just a few hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Wake up next to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping alone on my bed?==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Best thing about winter?&lt;br /&gt;The white plain snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Name a couple of favorite colors:&lt;br /&gt;White, Black, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Orange&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and Brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;18 going on 19==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What month is your birthday in?&lt;br /&gt;December for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s sake==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you think pirates are cool or overrated?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Captain Jack Sparrow. They are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite Dave Matthews Band song (if you have one?)&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time they sang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Basketball, Uni, Basketball, Uni. It's all a darn routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Who will take this survey? Anyone who is capable. Shereena? Ching Mun? Emily? Nicholas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Wah Finally end. Zz. So damn long wei== Take care guys==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-1185743945494676509?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1185743945494676509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=1185743945494676509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/1185743945494676509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/1185743945494676509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/05/double-tags-by-victor-bay.html' title='Double Tags by Victor Bay'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-8105390093626940203</id><published>2008-05-08T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T07:29:02.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Dreams Come True?</title><content type='html'>Do dreams come true? Well, I had always wished that I was different. Always the odd one in the group. I used to dream that I had some sort of unique ability or some sort of super power. Like what? Hah! Super strength, super speed, the ability to fly? All sorts la. Anything that can make me extraordinary will do. Well, they never do come true after all=) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg wei. Super duper hungry at the moment. If only I have a McD Fish O' Fillet with me 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;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198005785260886386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SCMGuLLmiXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0NZhDKfOW_M/s200/18042008768.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I only got this set for a mere 30 cents=) Lol. I used the RM10 voucher ma. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198007318564211090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SCMIHbLmiZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CqqFwM4sIb8/s200/18042008769.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously, I ain't lying=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now I want a 'tong sui' wei==. I need some sort of dessert right now. Just can't stand it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198006279182125442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SCMHK7LmiYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TAA2otUqZks/s200/19042008782.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not the best desser I had recently though=) It's cincau with sweet ginger sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not into ginger at all== The smell is that freaking strong== But either way, I like the cincau. It looks alot like the chinese herbal jelly right? The one which is awfully bitter=). Yup. That's the one. I love it! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The few previous weeks, I had been like updating ym blog daily. And now, look at me== I got no interesting tall tales to post. Omg la. Why is life thse few days itself so dull? But at least I do have some friends that I can chat with. They certainly do brighten up my day=) Cheers! May 24th I am heading to Pulau Redang! Yup yup! The white sandy beaches(let's al hope that there's no rubbish around to spoil the view), the crystal clear blue sea waters( let's all pray that it is==), the clean, cosy and comfortable hotels and sea bugalows(let's all hope and pray that it's 'clean')&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a matter of fact, I do have problems sleeping at hotels. Even the slightest of the sound can have my ears twiching. It's so sensitive in the night that any sound would just disturb my sleep== Bah! Don't think too much ba. Huaarrrggghh!!! Sien ad. Post next time la. Just wanna update ni=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-8105390093626940203?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8105390093626940203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=8105390093626940203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8105390093626940203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8105390093626940203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-dreams-come-true.html' title='Do Dreams Come True?'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SCMGuLLmiXI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0NZhDKfOW_M/s72-c/18042008768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-5681810097982724120</id><published>2008-05-06T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:26:30.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point of No Return?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Sense of Harmony? Would You Please?!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad wei. These few days had all been a messed for me. The past whole week was one hell of a slacking week for me too== This doesn't make sense at all. Well well well, there's still people who are questioning my sexuality. For &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s sake! I ain't a gay alright? Zz. This is boring me off. Wait, not just boring me off. It's bloody ticking me off==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there comes Judith. Judith said that I look like a girl. Alright Judith, whihc part of me looks like a girl to you?== Do tell me please=) I owe you and Michelle a whole bunch of sweets I know. I will get you girls some ASAP. I have good intentions so, I am probably looking for sugar-free products=) Like that? Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Nincompoop Assignments&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Nincompoops! Assignments assignments assignments. What nincompoopness-es== Zz. This week itself, I have gotten back 2 assignment results and of course an assignment due== The following too. Wait, The following following week too! I tried not to give myself stress. I am still relaxing. People are obviously irritated by my relax-ness. I still have the time to blog. Wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn man. This particular post is merely about rantings== I will post something interesting in the near future=) That's for sure. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-5681810097982724120?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5681810097982724120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=5681810097982724120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/5681810097982724120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/5681810097982724120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/05/point-of-no-return.html' title='The Point of No Return?'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-7044165861288182122</id><published>2008-05-04T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:14:52.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Jeslyn=) Again.</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What have you realised recently?&lt;br /&gt;People suspecting whether I am a gay or a straight guy. What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what's your favourite animals?&lt;br /&gt;A puppy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 11 blog buddies you will take with you?&lt;br /&gt;11's way too many== There are sure to have some conflicts later on. So, I will go with.. Emily and Ching Mun are a definite. As the both of them are like a pair of twins even though they never met each other before. They like to complain so muchhhh and tell Tall Tales which of course makes life interesting in an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; way=). The next would of course be Nicholas. There ain't no better crap to hear except from him=) Shereena Buddy! I need her advice and guidance on many sorts of thingsXD Hmm.. Guess that 4 of them will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go to the most?&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Hope for a better world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;My memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Invest in my life's goal and of course, donations to the poor is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;I am a guy, so.. I would definitely would like to confess to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;I never seen Jeslyn in a while actually. But she's hot=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Which singer do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;Err. Missy Elliot? Though most of her songs are cool but her videos are all weird==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;One who thinks he's the better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you?&lt;br /&gt;Yea. It's hard to realise it on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my family and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Sometimes I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If your house burned down, what is the one thing you'd save from your room?&lt;br /&gt;Basketball shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change? I wouldn't want to. I like the way I am. But I ould change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?&lt;br /&gt;Emily's post on how she treated YK. Zz. That proves how evil is she. God forgive her for she had sinned== Ahhhh!! Why in the world am I pleading for her? Zz. May she rot in...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;lecture halls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the one you want most now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you have the ability to control time, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Looking into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; beautiful eyes eternally=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag.. Emily, Ching Mun and Shereena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-7044165861288182122?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7044165861288182122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=7044165861288182122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7044165861288182122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7044165861288182122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/05/instructions-remove-one-question-from.html' title='Tagged by Jeslyn=) Again.'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-8796205744684031356</id><published>2008-04-28T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T05:28:19.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days Where I Rot Most</title><content type='html'>Forgive me for I have sinned. I bought 3 pirated DVDs today. Zz. Bloody PC DVD games installed already still can't play. Always got a missing file. Walau. Damn sien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days had been all boring for me. This whole week itself is a study break. My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have nothing better to do at home. I can't possibly be Dota-ing everyday at home. It's so darn boring after playing for like 2 games today. I find it so hard to believe why so many of my friends are so into it. Having to control one particular 'hero' and with your teammates, try to kill the opposing side. Aside from killing and dying, what else can we do? But there's a few things that are fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194265716396389634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SBW9Jg7L9QI/AAAAAAAAAOI/H5lmdtz8xP0/s200/untitled.bmp" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which aside from playing the game itself. I like seeing people scolding one another in the game. Haha. Imagine scolding one another over a GAME. Is it that worth it? My Gosh. It's just a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; damn game. Firing a volley of wonderful vocabularies, that's not just it. Some would start scolding one another's mum or dad for no apparent reason. Oi? His mum or dad ain't playing the game, so what is it got to do with them? Well, if you are playing at home, safety guarenteed but not in the CCs. I came across people fighting one another over DOTA. The PRO one having to call and jeer at the NOOB one. That's it. BLOODSHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194265712101422322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SBW9JQ7L9PI/AAAAAAAAAOA/J2Xt5SkjIFo/s200/dota.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, look on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'bright side'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or should I say a different point of view, DOTA's so cool and influential that it can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;'memupuk semangat perpaduan'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yea, believe it or not even the gangs and so called 'clans' from our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;multicultural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; community would fight over it. Wau. Truly a Malaysian culture. From just a cursing in the game which then leads to blood sheds. I truly believe that most of us here aren't that brainless to go to such extent right? Haha. Truly immature perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is it that drive people mad and would eventually fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Having a teammate who's a newbie and is frequently feeding the opponents? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Having to warn people that leaving the DAMN game would cause your parents to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Having to fight over whether anot to solo in a lane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Having to do nothing even when your teammate is outnumbered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Having to loot the item?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Having to blame on someone else for your hero's death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But of course, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's worse than having your kill to be ks-ed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are the reasons above strong enough to support the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOODSHED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Truly unreasonable. At least I know the reason why some christian teachings had banned it's followers from playing the game. Might because of the consequences of turning people into rude or it might be becanse of the medieval creatures in it. Whatever it is, I don't care==.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haihz~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like it I still have to rot here==. Well, take care guys. Update tomorrow if there's anything interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-emokid-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-8796205744684031356?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8796205744684031356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=8796205744684031356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8796205744684031356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8796205744684031356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/days-where-i-rot-most.html' title='The Days Where I Rot Most'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SBW9Jg7L9QI/AAAAAAAAAOI/H5lmdtz8xP0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-2614975990576362845</id><published>2008-04-27T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T06:52:53.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Victor Bay</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Victor Bay== Thx lots Bay==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things found in my bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am sure that everyone knows well that I only bring my bag when I wear surfing pants or shorts right?:) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Text Books&lt;br /&gt;2. My Blue File&lt;br /&gt;3. Pencil Case&lt;br /&gt;4. Papers&lt;br /&gt;5. Trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things found in my wallet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Monehhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Identification Card&lt;br /&gt;3. Driving License&lt;br /&gt;4. Cards&lt;br /&gt;5. Used Cinema Tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favourite things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Bed&lt;br /&gt;2. XPS M1530&lt;br /&gt;3. My Basketball&lt;br /&gt;4. Presents for Her[Accumulating:)]&lt;br /&gt;5. Carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I always wanted to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Undo time to..&lt;br /&gt;2. Impress &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then..&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy an &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;d &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Establish Sea Bungalows and of course&lt;br /&gt;5. Build a house and move in with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I'm currently into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. legs training&lt;br /&gt;2. basketball&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. writing stories&lt;br /&gt;5. emo-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out the top 4 presents you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[Nothing expensive or unique]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Loyalty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;Victor Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One who knows what he's doing&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;3. Positive Thinking&lt;br /&gt;4. Loves Basketball&lt;br /&gt;5. A piano prodigy. Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable thing he/she has done to you:&lt;br /&gt;Hosting a friendly match against his team and having to advise me and watch for the other team's misconduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am straight. But girls do take note, he's one nice guy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;Competing against one another in Basketball? In a positive way of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the quiz to 5 people! (alphabetical order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;1 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogged updated=) Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-2614975990576362845?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/2614975990576362845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=2614975990576362845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2614975990576362845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/2614975990576362845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-victor-bay.html' title='Tagged by Victor Bay'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-4779287157987363413</id><published>2008-04-24T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:16:00.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoing at The Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sense of Being Considerate. Is there?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. These few days in particular had all been crazy for me. Some people are so unfortunate. I would say. So unfortunate that I would pity them for what they had done. Aww. After all I am a sentimental person and at most, caring. Caring from the sense where I would of course,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;THINK BEFORE I SAY OR DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; something. Unlike some individuals who have their own way of doing things. It's a fact that different people have their own different unique way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the points. How sad can one person be? How brainless can one person be? Or even, how lifeless can one person be? So lifeless till one would go to the extent of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BREACHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one's privacy? Having to mislead people's first impression on an individual? So what exactly am I conveying? Well, straight to the point. Either one sad fella that I knew made people think that I am gay. Having those plus[plural] sending me messages that could really make u plt&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[people like them? perhaps?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes. Some might find it funny and interesting to play a prank on your friend. Yes, it's cool once in a while and also it depends on how the prank is like. Not in the way where your friend's 'f'ace' would be effected. As in embarrasing them. Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Selfish people never think?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Is that a fact or it's already a fact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't question the truth. And to conclude, I wonder people with this attributes or personality are suitable to hang around with, or most importantly, are qualified to be called a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish people. It's all the same. Playing in a game of basketball, futsal, or better, LIFE and DEATH situations. Think Think Think and Think again. Would they turn back and help you out if you are somehow trapped? BAH! Dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Confessions? Perhaps it is.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny little confession, I admit that I myself have selfish attributes. But only when it comes to money? I wouldn't want to spend my own money on something. I like to see that my wallet is filled. Wait a minute, it's that even a selfish attribute? Some of my friends told me it's good. As I tend to keep the money istead of spending them away. Like a hermit. Man that sucks. But at least, I won't gop to the extent of hurting my freind's feelings or even embarass them to my other friends. or to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I had enough of this really. See ya real soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following picture describes my emotion at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193164559796139234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="168" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SBHTpw7L9OI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YT0i2RFehXk/s200/volcano.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-4779287157987363413?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4779287157987363413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=4779287157987363413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4779287157987363413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4779287157987363413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/emoing-at-peak.html' title='Emoing at The Peak'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SBHTpw7L9OI/AAAAAAAAAN4/YT0i2RFehXk/s72-c/volcano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-6027413404332462495</id><published>2008-04-22T04:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:09:33.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stories from the Day Before</title><content type='html'>What would you fo if you have the ability to control time? Yea, just like &lt;strong&gt;Hiro&lt;/strong&gt; from the superheroes hit series titled &lt;strong&gt;HEROES&lt;/strong&gt; from channel 711. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SA3UFA7L9MI/AAAAAAAAANo/HTmplFCOTwY/s1600-h/kanjiclock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SA3UFA7L9MI/AAAAAAAAANo/HTmplFCOTwY/s320/kanjiclock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192039128040731842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what's gonna happen to you the next minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life? Love? Disappointment? Heartbroken? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought and thought. And I  finally came up with 5 to-do list. No smilies for the post today. &lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt; I am currently emo-ing now. For what &lt;strong&gt;reason?&lt;/strong&gt; It's a ll beacuse of &lt;strong&gt;The Inconvenient ZTruth&lt;/strong&gt; I had came across these few days. Alright, back to the topic. Nah. I won't be revealing what I would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SA3U_A7L9NI/AAAAAAAAANw/dBemGfmKs6A/s1600-h/moonlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SA3U_A7L9NI/AAAAAAAAANw/dBemGfmKs6A/s320/moonlight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192040124473144530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather choose to lay down and stare into the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or choosing to forget the &lt;strong&gt;bitter past&lt;/strong&gt; is even better? Continuing doing the things we like to do and not having to worry about any sadness and disappointment? Times like this is hard to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'a fact that I actually do enjoy this. I do enjoy &lt;strong&gt;emo-ing&lt;/strong&gt;. And Ching Mun says it's bad for health. Zz. Emo-ing isn't all that unhealthy Ching Mun. It's the time where you reflect all the bitter past and disappointments and overcome them. You should focus on being more &lt;strong&gt;responsible&lt;/strong&gt;. The Lightning had striked down ur modem and laptop. Ngek ngek ngek~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Nothing much to say for today as well. Check ya out some other time then. Laterz~ Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-super emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-6027413404332462495?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6027413404332462495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=6027413404332462495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6027413404332462495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6027413404332462495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/stories-from-day-before.html' title='The Stories from the Day Before'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SA3UFA7L9MI/AAAAAAAAANo/HTmplFCOTwY/s72-c/kanjiclock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-8591666856142926148</id><published>2008-04-21T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:03:36.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Times Ahead</title><content type='html'>Man. I had gotten so lazy this few daysXD. Haha. Either some great little tales to be told right here today=) Stay tune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ad foremost, I would like to thank &lt;strong&gt;Victor Bay&lt;/strong&gt; and team for holdng a friendly match witus;) ike you guys enjoyed the game, we too enjoyed the gmeXD Haha. Unfortunately I hd not taen any pictures of the friendly game=) Lol. Coz... &lt;strong&gt;HUJAN!&lt;/strong&gt; XD Haha. Either way, I will let you know when we have the time again ba. As, all o us are facing our assignemnt stress currently. And someof us, exams== Lol. I will let you know by then=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Eh, suddenly malas to blogXD Tommorow ba. I promise. Very tired==&lt;br /&gt;Tommoow I will post up soethin interesting=) Hope s. Lol. Take careXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-8591666856142926148?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8591666856142926148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=8591666856142926148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8591666856142926148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8591666856142926148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/times-ahead.html' title='The Times Ahead'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-7490236630737236653</id><published>2008-04-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:02:15.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories from the years behind me..</title><content type='html'>HahaXD. I got back my car=) Don't know the reason but I am glad to have the car backXD. And the Myvi's stll coming@@. Lol. First thing I did today was speeding my way to college=) Lol. Today for lunch, I was at the Pastry's. Next to the Salmon Steak. Haha. I had the Vietnamese Lemon Chicken Chop and the Vietnamese Pork Chop. Wtf. I actually ordered wrongly. I wanted to have another Chicken Chop actually. Lol. I ws too hungry I guess. Simply point then run. Haha. And it was good! oth the dishes were good! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories memories.. Thanks Emily for posting your latest post. You really reminded me of my younger yearsXD. Haha. Yea yea. I used to like Power Rangers as well when I was like 4 or something. Ish. I had always like that Red RangerXD. Lol. Well, the power rangers I used to watch was the very first ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAYfocN-4hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZhOPhVUnHC8/s1600-h/Power-Rangers200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAYfocN-4hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZhOPhVUnHC8/s320/Power-Rangers200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189870400221143570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a matter of fact, I still remembered their names very wellXD. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Red    - Rocky? Perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;White  - Tommy. I am certain. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Blue   - Billy. Yea! BillyXD&lt;br /&gt;Pink   - Kimberly. Lol. I remembered her=)&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Owh shit. Forgotten liao. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;Black  - Zack=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power Rangers series went so well that, the movie was released. Like many other kids, i was crazy over itXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAYghcN-4iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/M7QLH7NFDaM/s1600-h/powerrangersmovie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAYghcN-4iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/M7QLH7NFDaM/s320/powerrangersmovie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189871379473687074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie which took every kid's world by storm=) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first kindergarten I entered was the &lt;strong&gt;CEC&lt;/strong&gt; a USJ 12! Lol. &lt;strong&gt;The Child Enrichment Centre&lt;/strong&gt;. I remembered when I was in the 2nd year, I skipped my first class. I was enjoying the breeze and also, looking at some workers constructing something. Carrying the cement to and fro, and in 2 years time, &lt;strong&gt;WA-LAH!&lt;/strong&gt; There you have it, the USJ 12 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mosque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the Ultraman fever. The Ultraman was here quick and flew away fast. Lol. My interest in Ukltraman was just a short period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAbtZ8N-4jI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b2hap2u5Arc/s1600-h/ultraman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAbtZ8N-4jI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/b2hap2u5Arc/s320/ultraman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190096650508362290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultraman=)&lt;br /&gt;Why is it over in a short period of time? As, it's always the same thing. The same situation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks alot Emily. Due to Emily's careful and &lt;strong&gt;voluptous&lt;/strong&gt; instincts, she saw that Ultraman got boobs. So, for more information, you can contact Emily=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Monster appears&lt;br /&gt;2- Ultraman appears  &lt;br /&gt;3- Ultraman owning. Ultraman swings and throws monsters around. &lt;br /&gt;4- Monster owns back. Monster swings and throws Ultraman around.  &lt;br /&gt;5- Ultraman dying. The red light starts beeping. &lt;br /&gt;6- Ultraman shoots out some laser like skills with the same hand positions. &lt;br /&gt;7- Monster stands still for awhle before exploding. Boom. *Floor still clean* &lt;br /&gt;8- Ultraman flies into the sunset with the annoying alarm *DiduDiduDiduDidu*&lt;br /&gt;9- The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Notice that Ultraman always either land on or throws the monsters onto the buildings. I used to look up to them as heroes=) But now, they look more like &lt;strong&gt;Vandalizers&lt;/strong&gt; to me. Pif! Enough about Ultramans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from Ultraman then came the &lt;strong&gt;Dragon Ball&lt;/strong&gt; dilemma. Gosh. Who would ever forget the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAMEHAME HA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Trademak? It's my all time favourite anime. No doubt about that=) Then it was the &lt;strong&gt;Pokemon&lt;/strong&gt;. Zz. No further details on them. From 250 types of pokemon in 1998 and now, after 10 years there' are over 500++ pokemons. The trading cardgame, the gameboy game. Damn. It was a all there. And now, it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAb_EsN-4kI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IpOUFf3kLKk/s1600-h/PokemonRubySapphireSheet1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAb_EsN-4kI/AAAAAAAAAMY/IpOUFf3kLKk/s320/PokemonRubySapphireSheet1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190116076645442114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. It's too muchXD. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitions and dreams when I was a kid? Hah! Unfortunately, I wasn't like Emily who have &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; dreams. Wait. Not just big. It's damn freaking &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Prime Minister&lt;/strong&gt; was her dream. Wau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A shoutout to Emily&lt;/strong&gt;. Eh Emily, if your dream is about to be achieved, please do notfy me earlier=) Not because I wanna celebrate. I want to &lt;strong&gt;migrate&lt;/strong&gt;=) Lalalala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Actually, I can't remember much of my child dreams and ambitions. It was like more than 10 years ago! &lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt; years to be exact=) 15 years ago which was 1993, I shifted here to KL. And now, after 15 years which i 2008, look where I am now. Sitting in my room, blogging right at this very moment with my laptop. Who knows what I will be doing in future for the next 15 years. I would be 34 by then. It would be the year 2023. &lt;strong&gt;Wawasan 2020 sudah dicapai.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, saya ada satu soalan. Adakah Wawasan 2020 boleh dicapai? Lol. Do you think we will manage to achieve that dream Tun Mahathir promised us years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say. Everyday seems to be the same for me. Finish class then come straught home. I only had a 2 hour lecture today. Tomorow as well, a 2 hour tutorial which will be finished by 10. Between, sorry wei &lt;strong&gt;Shereena&lt;/strong&gt;XD I was halfway through when I felt very tiredXD. Haha.  Well, gotta end here for today=) Chaoz! Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-7490236630737236653?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7490236630737236653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=7490236630737236653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7490236630737236653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7490236630737236653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/memories-from-years-behind-me.html' title='Memories from the years behind me..'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAYfocN-4hI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZhOPhVUnHC8/s72-c/Power-Rangers200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-3253346546691094816</id><published>2008-04-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T03:32:27.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by JesLyn</title><content type='html'>Tagged by the none other &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAI JES LYN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;=) Ish. Haha. This is something interesting you tagged me Jes Lyn=) Haha. Coz dam complicated== As, I listen to techno most of the time leh== zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly the song titles from either &lt;strong&gt;Ganjaguru&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;DJ Tiesto&lt;/strong&gt; right?== Well, it could be done though=) Here goes nothingXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 easy steps :&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, comment on how it relates to the question&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag your mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am i feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like This - MIMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHA~!! I didn't knwo the first song was this=) Lol. I am feeling... &lt;strong&gt;like this&lt;/strong&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Reason - Hoobastank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get far and live long as there's the reason for me to do so=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future Planner - Sean Paul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I have big dreams=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November night - Groove Coverage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. On a November nightXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Brightside - The Killers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Best friend or good freind, As long it's a friend, they will brighten up your day=) Friends will always be there for one anotherXD Owh ShitoXD. I am getting senitmental== Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the theme song of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ting Ma Ma De Hua - Jay Chou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. Always listen to your mum's advise== Zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No One Can Stop Us Now - DJ Bass Angents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. That's right! No one can stop us now=) No &lt;strong&gt;Pn. Teo and Pn. Yong=)&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. Graduated! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemon Tree - Oasis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like leomns=) Haha. I listened to this song for like.. since I was 4? It birngs back a whole lot of memories=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing - Aerosmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can say it is=) Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can you get ahead of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through The Years - Kenny Rogers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. You read it. Through the years in future after I achieved all my dreams and of course have a family=) Then we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot Stuff - Craig David&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lol. &lt;strong&gt;Hot girls and cool guys&lt;/strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where'd You Go - Fort Minor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shito. Didn't expect my all-time favourite song to end up here. But it's a good one though=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guardian Angel - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. This is another jackpot==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let It Be - The Beatles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Perasan sial. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buy A Drink - T Pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me buy you a drink girl=) Haha. Eh, I don't go clubbingXD. Mamak la denXD. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pump It - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Life's full of obstacles anc challenges. Pump the adrenaline in you and go get your dreams! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Years and 50 Days - Groove Cooverage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years and 50 days from now that is. Err which makes me.. Hmm.. 26? Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song would you strip to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satisfaction - Benny Benasi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Haha. No commentXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call Me Irresponsible - Micheal Buble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Irresponsible at times. That's what my mum said== Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Am No Angel - Dido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I am a devil in disguise@@ Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mortal enemy's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop And Stare - One Republic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare at one another== Nasty stares. Arggghhh~!! Typical Malaysians we are what? Haha. I stare you, you stare me. Wan takau is it?XD Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your personality like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firestarter - Prodigy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I ain't that 'over' actuallyXD But in the &lt;strong&gt;game&lt;/strong&gt;, then it's a possibility=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are The Girl of My Dreams - The Moffats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackpot! I wonder whether &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; knew about this. Thinking of you everyday=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stronger - Kanye West&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get stringer in my game=) Stronger, better and fasterXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1....&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;3.. &lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-3253346546691094816?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3253346546691094816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=3253346546691094816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3253346546691094816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3253346546691094816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-none-other-tai-jes-lyn-ish.html' title='Tagged by JesLyn'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-707156716534009660</id><published>2008-04-15T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:07:46.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time.</title><content type='html'>My first time blogging with my laptop=) Haha. Arggh~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ann Yeong Ha Se Yo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the Korean languages had really gotten into me==. Thanks alot &lt;strong&gt;Judith&lt;/strong&gt;. U better remember to bring the notes alright? As, I wanna photostat them=) And of corse, being a kind fella, I would certainly like to share it with you guys. Especilly for one very particular &lt;strong&gt;person&lt;/strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is it? Haha. A tip to hit the jackpot. He's a Singaporean and he's interested n a Korean chic=) Woops. Make it 2 tips=) That's right!!! It's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAS048N-4gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zyQ5OngQUdE/s1600-h/Pou+Yang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAS048N-4gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zyQ5OngQUdE/s320/Pou+Yang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189471560968102402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POU YANG!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~~ Eh, Pou Yang, when I saw these Korean languages, the first thing that came across my mind was that someone needed this more than I do=) And boviously, it's &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Sad to say, I am already a step ahead of u! Haha. Don't worry. I am talking about the mastery of the language not her=) Haha. Got you there didn't I?=) Lol. Either way, these are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'some'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the words that I know=) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Nen Iipun Da&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choa Imnida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the basic one, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarang Heyo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. For more information or if you are interested in taking up korean language classes with me I charge a fair RM 10 an hour=) And if you are of &lt;strong&gt;Singaporean nationality&lt;/strong&gt;, SD$10 then. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~ Pou Yang, if u damn despo, I can photostat for you=). Just let me know alright? And of course, it doesn't come free=) Each piece SD$ 5. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough about &lt;strong&gt;Koreans&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Singaporeans&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Back to &lt;strong&gt;Malaysians&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Malaysian&lt;/strong&gt; is lazy to talk any more. &lt;strong&gt;Malaysian&lt;/strong&gt; is going to stop right now. Either way, &lt;strong&gt;Singaporean&lt;/strong&gt; should be happy that &lt;strong&gt;Malaysian's&lt;/strong&gt; first time blogging with laptop is about &lt;strong&gt;Singaporean&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Malaysian&lt;/strong&gt; bides farewell and see you tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace betwee Singaporean and Malaysian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinaporeans and Malaysians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-707156716534009660?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/707156716534009660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=707156716534009660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/707156716534009660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/707156716534009660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-time.html' title='First Time.'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAS048N-4gI/AAAAAAAAAL4/zyQ5OngQUdE/s72-c/Pou+Yang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-1491768654382150216</id><published>2008-04-14T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:08:06.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>The management presentation was today. Frankly speaking, I didn't really prepared. Arggghh... What can I do? I was out the whole day and when i came back, I was drained out. Like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Gosh. But either way, I gotta Thank &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yih Yung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zahra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for helping me to complete the slides even though it wass suppose to be my jobXD!! &lt;strong&gt;Yih yung&lt;/strong&gt; even stayed up till 1am just to finish the slides. Well Thank &lt;strong&gt;Meng Sum&lt;/strong&gt; for that. Gosh Meng Sum. Haha. I have my reasons for not completing my job=) I was too tired ler.. Haha. Is the reason acceptable??=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation was the SWOT Analysis of McDonalds. Owh yea, I presented spontaneously and to my surprise, everything went well=). Lol. Either way, I am still damn hhung over by the particular person who added me on MSN and asked me whether I am a gay. Zz. And today, I deleted him from my list. He kept pestering me to accept his Web Cam. &lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;. Tell me la.Dat &lt;strong&gt;crazy idiot&lt;/strong&gt;. Zz. Damn speechless. Zz. Nevermind about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finished my class at 10 and I headed home. I still have ADA lecture at 1. And of course, since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD BOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I of course return for the lecture=). &lt;br /&gt;Not to be left out, I had a haircut too! Lol. Lalalala~~ More like I trimmed my hair! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was still kind of disappointed in yesterday's match truthfully speaking. Ish. Just can't believe that we lost to them. We could had won. If only we had more stamina. Well, actually, the disappointment was driven off today. Cheered up by my best friend=) Thanks alot for cheering me up! Though, he was admitted into the hospital that day. Having a check up on his brain. He lived his life with simplicity and stupidity. That's what cheered me up every weekdays at &lt;strong&gt;6.30am&lt;/strong&gt;!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SANaCcN-4YI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-m-uSFIHeJ8/s1600-h/Homer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SANaCcN-4YI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-m-uSFIHeJ8/s320/Homer.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189090193642021250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear Friend's X-Ray results on his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the skull look awfully familiar to ya? Haha. Wanna know who's that cool fella? Well guys, Meet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOMER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! The ever crazy yellow man from The Simpsons series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SANflcN-4ZI/AAAAAAAAALA/V_kYIE2K-XQ/s1600-h/homer+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SANflcN-4ZI/AAAAAAAAALA/V_kYIE2K-XQ/s320/homer+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189096292495581586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homer and his family are the bomb!! Lol. Just to love them alot. Actually, last time I used to hate watching them until I watched their movie last year. Lol. It was Hilarious! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVxhAA6n1pw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVxhAA6n1pw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this video out=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the pictures of the basketball competition the previous day=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN58MN-4aI/AAAAAAAAALI/1MsLz15W2IY/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN58MN-4aI/AAAAAAAAALI/1MsLz15W2IY/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189125270639927714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Picture=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN58sN-4bI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HSUIc3gEXDE/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN58sN-4bI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HSUIc3gEXDE/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189125279229862322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture with the Champions=) Also the team that we lost to=) But we played a very nice game lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN59MN-4cI/AAAAAAAAALY/Pf_n806KMpY/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN59MN-4cI/AAAAAAAAALY/Pf_n806KMpY/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189125287819796930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trophy, medals and cash prize=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN7fsN-4dI/AAAAAAAAALg/qQrFw4noCmo/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN7fsN-4dI/AAAAAAAAALg/qQrFw4noCmo/s320/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189126980036911570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team picture with coach. &lt;strong&gt;WTH?&lt;/strong&gt; Coach ar? No ler. That's David. He's just there to support and guide us=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN7gMN-4eI/AAAAAAAAALo/i73LbbvuVLg/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN7gMN-4eI/AAAAAAAAALo/i73LbbvuVLg/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189126988626846178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles with RM300 in hand! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN7gcN-4fI/AAAAAAAAALw/cI46Bghy8RI/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAN7gcN-4fI/AAAAAAAAALw/cI46Bghy8RI/s320/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189126992921813490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All finalist and the officials=) Whatever it is, enemies on the court, friends off the court. We share the same common love of the game basketball=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guys, I gotta go. That's all I have for today=) Take care now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-1491768654382150216?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/1491768654382150216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=1491768654382150216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/1491768654382150216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/1491768654382150216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts.html' title='The Thoughts.'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SANaCcN-4YI/AAAAAAAAAK4/-m-uSFIHeJ8/s72-c/Homer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-9070653208801704718</id><published>2008-04-13T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:05:58.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game.</title><content type='html'>The cheering from the crowd creates such adrenaline that can refresh you no matter how tired you are. *Shoop* The sound of the basketball swishing through the rim and the net. 41-43 Down by 2 points still. A tough match indeed. The fear of being full court pressed had came true. We knew that our stamina couldn't be compared to the opponents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The whistle from the referee echoed. A few seconds of silence, then the cheers and the roars of the opponents filled the air. 47-44. The end had came, the results were out. Second place and a prize money of RM300 was what we got. [Pictures will be uploaded in the next post=)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH~!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect that to happen. Whatever, 2nd place is good enough=) Shito. While the rest of the team are busy celebrating and having a dinner somewhere in Serdang, i am sitting right in front of the computer blogging==. Exactly 8.51pm. 2 pictures of some other team playing against one another :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAICe8N-4WI/AAAAAAAAAKo/n7uNG44Tn4M/s1600-h/13042008716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAICe8N-4WI/AAAAAAAAAKo/n7uNG44Tn4M/s320/13042008716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188712451268338018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Chimpz from Taylor VS MC INC from Inti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAICfMN-4XI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BXi7-p85qVI/s1600-h/13042008717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAICfMN-4XI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BXi7-p85qVI/s320/13042008717.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188712455563305330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing at the Sungei Wey Chinese School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I am waiting for Jia Her for the rest of the pics== but clearly, he's with the rest in Serdang now==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihz. I still haven't finished my presentation slides yet. What's worse is that I haven't even start doing it yet== Lol. Shito la wei. Tomorrow I gotta dress either semi formal or formal for the presentation. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I wan shorts! Surfing pants!! They provide &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comfort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Who cares about the saying &lt;strong&gt;Dress to Impress&lt;/strong&gt;! Well, I dun haf much to say for today as it was basketball for the whole morning and afternoon. Just to summarise, we played against MC INC from INTI Subang for the ticket to the finals=) Lol. And yea, we won=) Alright that's all. Gotta goXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-9070653208801704718?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/9070653208801704718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=9070653208801704718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/9070653208801704718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/9070653208801704718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/game.html' title='The Game.'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAICe8N-4WI/AAAAAAAAAKo/n7uNG44Tn4M/s72-c/13042008716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-8921646699655937075</id><published>2008-04-12T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T06:48:40.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First and Foremost==</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I would like to clarify that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM A PERFECTLY STRAIGHT GUY WHO LIKES THE OPPOSITE SEX! I AIN'T GAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I have people come adding me at MSN and asked me whether I am a &lt;strong&gt;gay&lt;/strong&gt; anot. So the answer is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AIN'T!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Even Zahra says I looked like one! WTH! Which part of me look like a gay wei?! Zz. A conversation between a guy who just added me a few minutes ago== which lead me to post this==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: U from where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Selangor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Owh. Which part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Why wanna noe?==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: U how old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : 20[fake de]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: plu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : plu? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: It means gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Owh. Sorry man, I ain;t gay. Sorry to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Owh I thought you were. Where you stay then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Cut it out. Look, I have to finish my assignments Chat with you some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Okies. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Even though I am very annoyed and irritated by people thinkng that I am a gay and questions on whether I am a gay, I have no problems towards any gays. After all, people are different from one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, ALRIGHT! End of the &lt;strong&gt;gay&lt;/strong&gt; topic==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yea Vincent, my laptop is here=) Haha. Pin Yang was the first to see though. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SACzDV68I_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/X1CZ0TnrYBY/s1600-h/11042008711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SACzDV68I_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/X1CZ0TnrYBY/s320/11042008711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188343640736146418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Laptop=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAC08F68JAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oZWTWYI1p-I/s1600-h/11042008710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SAC08F68JAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oZWTWYI1p-I/s320/11042008710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188345715205350402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between, I went to PC Fair today. Lol. I abit jakun today. So far in my life, I only sat once on the &lt;strong&gt;KTM&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;LRT&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol. Today was my first time onboard the LRT. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, today dam EMO. Zz. So, I guess I will just have to update some other time. Arghh!!! I will be having 2 basketball matches tomoroow. It's d semis and the finals. If I win the semis then I will be in the finals. 1st prize, RM 400! &lt;strong&gt;CASH!&lt;/strong&gt; Wish me luck then=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Damn emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-8921646699655937075?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/8921646699655937075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=8921646699655937075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8921646699655937075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/8921646699655937075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-and-foremost.html' title='First and Foremost=='/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SACzDV68I_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/X1CZ0TnrYBY/s72-c/11042008711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-7038055928844409297</id><published>2008-04-10T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:31:21.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Again..</title><content type='html'>Pardon me &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; for I have yet &lt;strong&gt;sinned&lt;/strong&gt; again. First before I confessed what I had done today, I would like to thank &lt;strong&gt;Shereena&lt;/strong&gt; for passing the emo bug to me== Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today started off well for me actually. I recieved a sms stating that my laptop will reach me tomorrow around &lt;strong&gt;9am-12pm&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol. I so eager lol. Either way, I am supposed to be finishing my &lt;strong&gt;MCB&lt;/strong&gt; assignemnet at this very momentXD But then, I feel bored so I decided to blog. Lol. Well, I stayed back for 1 hours like this for a group meeting till 1 something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where all the mishaps begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get to unlock my car. The bloody key got no battery wei. The alarm went off for a few minutes. I was so darn worried that the blarring of the alarm would disturb the peace of the others. Sorry people=). I parked my car at the SJ uptown parking bays and my slot happened to be right at the back of a Dobby I guess. Argghh. This fateful day itself, there's a man ironing clothes and when my alarm went off, he was looking at me. Zz. A face which clearly shows that his peace was disturbed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I press the buttons, it can't unlock. Wth? I decided to use the key. When the door was unlocked, I feel relieved. But then, when I open the door, the alarm went off yet again. &lt;strong&gt;Cipet!&lt;/strong&gt; Argghh. I feel like hammering the car wei==. But instead, I vent my anger on the car keys. Viciously knocking with minimum strength onto the car, the floor and my hand== Zz. The man saw it all. But the amin objective is to shut the car up. So, I tried by continously pressing the buttons, hoping that the alarm would stop. It did== &lt;strong&gt;WTH?!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlock cannot. Lock can!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggggggggghhhhhhh~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes into the messy situation, that particular man came froward to me and offered his help. Zz. He spoke to me in Chinese but I translated the following conversation into English=) One thiing I can describe about him was dumb== I know he's being kind to help but he's dumb== In war, sending some dumbos as reinforcements would probably means &lt;strong&gt;death&lt;/strong&gt; for the whole squad. So, you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Your car got problem ar?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Duh! What those it looks like to you?! You blind ar?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOwowowowowo~~ Hold on. That wasn't what I said. Haha. That's what I &lt;strong&gt;wanted&lt;/strong&gt; to say=) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my reply was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Urh, yea. I just can't seem to unlock the door"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Oo. Button cannot press ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "I think I got a way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : " Owh? Really? What is it then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Try going under the stirring wheel and see whether you have some yellow wirings anot?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like WTH?== &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Har? need to do this meh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did it still. I peeked under and all I see are none other but the yellow wire&lt;strong&gt;'S'&lt;/strong&gt; itself. Oi pluaral ok? Then, I got back up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "All also yellow=="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: " Really? What car is this? So weird want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Zz. Naza Ria, assmebled in Malaysia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Owh. Try opening the front bonnet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Why? Could you tell me what you want to do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Try dismantling the electrical wiring box from there. You cut off the alarm section then can liao. Then you send your car to the mechanics to repair la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, I was about to lose myself. I was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_3Ow168I9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/WT2v7CwN2gA/s1600-h/roar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_3Ow168I9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/WT2v7CwN2gA/s320/roar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187529684304012242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOOOAAARRR~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Fuck you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Damn dumb. Chill wei. I didn't say that to him la. I just said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Nevermind. I go change the car key's battery. Maybe that's the reason. Thanks alot by the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at him and quickly walked away== Siao meh? Dismantle my alarm wiring?== Zz. I am sure that the alarm had totally annoyed him. It was so obvious that he wasn't offering any help to me. He was trying to shut the car's alarm off by any &lt;strong&gt;means&lt;/strong&gt;==. That was his motive==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zz. Anyway, I changed the battery and the car was good to go=). But the series of unfortunate events doesn't end here=). I was kinda like speeding at the USJ roads and there was this particular Taxi on the road. Well, as I was passing through my school, I overtook into the right lane and accelerated. Speeding can release my stress a little. Fuiyoh. Who would have thought that &lt;strong&gt;Numbskull&lt;/strong&gt; taxi driver would jump into my lane! He was driving at the left lane actually. Zz. He can see that I was already accelerating but he still overtook in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following picture describes everything=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_3Ptl68I-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xBthmt-Br-0/s1600-h/fuckoffstarbucks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_3Ptl68I-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xBthmt-Br-0/s320/fuckoffstarbucks1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187530727981065186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#$%^&amp;*($#%^&amp;*($#%^&amp;*%^!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jammed my horn twice, I high lighted him twice and then, like the other day, showed the driver the international hand sign. Zz. So, forgive me &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; for I have yet sinned another time. Eh, I was emoing from the earlier event already ok?== Now this numbskull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am going back to my assignment now. The assignment is related to communication problems interculturally. But my friend Shannon sent me something dumb today== Well, it's also some sort of communication problem== Therefore, I would like to share with you guys. Pls do watch it alright?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zz. What Language? English. Ken Leee~~~~!!! Tulibu libu douchoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only comment is : &lt;strong&gt;Ken Lee is a chinese name wei.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh. that's all i have for today=). Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-7038055928844409297?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/7038055928844409297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=7038055928844409297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7038055928844409297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/7038055928844409297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/yet-again.html' title='Yet Again..'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_3Ow168I9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/WT2v7CwN2gA/s72-c/roar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-5610903992600821956</id><published>2008-04-09T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:23:04.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curses!</title><content type='html'>Curses! Damn! I never knew that I would end up blogging eveyrday. Zz. In this week itself, I have 2 assignemnets due. Shito. BUt either way, I handed up 1 already. Zz. Man, like a wise man had said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Juggling 2 assignemnts is the same thing as juggling 2 girlfriends at once" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Thanks Stanley for taht ever dumb statement=). Lol. But, it does bear some resemblance though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically yesterday  went &lt;strong&gt;kapoot&lt;/strong&gt;==. The word &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt; does ignite me in a way. Bah! Forget about it. It's the past. I have not really start typing my ither assignemnt yet. Jeez. It's a 1200 words essay too. For me, writing isn't the hard part. It's the referencing which is the hard part. Referecing isn't that hard either.. It's the &lt;strong&gt;laziness&lt;/strong&gt; in me. GoD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I drove mum's Naza. Damn. You know the huge car? For GOD's sake, I feel like a damn &lt;strong&gt;DAD&lt;/strong&gt;== Haha. To make things clearer, what I am trying to say was, I feel damn &lt;strong&gt;OLD&lt;/strong&gt;. Zz. But it's fun driving it. The environment is differs, as I used to drive a smaller car. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's my laptop gonna come?!! I am dyingof boredom here! A sneak peek of the XPS M1530=). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_yhp7GpIqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3VHcwikt3yU/s1600-h/1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_yhp7GpIqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3VHcwikt3yU/s320/1530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187198612436230818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yea, mine's black. But this picture looks better=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_yiBrGpIrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oEIg5tJOOzs/s1600-h/1530-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_yiBrGpIrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oEIg5tJOOzs/s320/1530-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187199020458123954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It looks darn plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally I wanted the XPS M2010. The keyboard could be detached and it comes with a 20 inch screen. Haha. too bad it wasn't in the Malaysian market yet. My second choice was the XPS 1730. Can't be detached but it's quite an awesome laptop. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_yi7bGpIsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/r3luFWbpxqw/s1600-h/1730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_yi7bGpIsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/r3luFWbpxqw/s320/1730.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187200012595569346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's too expensive. It's priced at a whooping RM7,899.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that. Argghh. I gotta stop here for now. I still have my MCB assignement to deal with. Owh. MCB is a subject of mine. It ain't related to teh vulgar word you are having in mind now=). &lt;strong&gt;MCB's&lt;/strong&gt; actually &lt;strong&gt;Managing Business in Communications&lt;/strong&gt;=) Alright then, posting more emo posts or probably the sequel to my story 2 days ago=). Haha. Alrigth then. Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ain't Emoing Kid now-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-5610903992600821956?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/5610903992600821956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=5610903992600821956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/5610903992600821956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/5610903992600821956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/curses.html' title='Curses!'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_yhp7GpIqI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3VHcwikt3yU/s72-c/1530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-4632292606611396415</id><published>2008-04-08T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:09:45.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lame??! Lame?? Lame? Lame..&lt;/strong&gt; Each time I hear this particular word or let's all just say that by seeing the word itself can really drive me crazy. Therefore, the emotions I am going through now is &lt;strong&gt;bizzare&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ridiculous&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know why but if someone happened to say this particular word right infront of me, I am so &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt;. So damn freaking &lt;strong&gt;Sorry&lt;/strong&gt; that I have to bash u up=). I am hating this word for a reason. I find it awfully rude. It's so darn rude to interrupt a conversation or comment the topic with &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to talk about it so that your friends might be able to enjoy talking, Having to write about it so that your friends might like it, Having to do something so that your friends might enjoy your company.. And it all ends with the word &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt;. How disappointing people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the word Lame is the word that I hate the most. Nothing can ever beat that. I have known alot of &lt;strong&gt;hooligans&lt;/strong&gt; that had used this word. &lt;strong&gt;Damn!&lt;/strong&gt; It's just plain rude. It's all just plain &lt;strong&gt;rude&lt;/strong&gt;. Having to say something to entertain your friends and in return, all you get is &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt;? Come on &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt; users, he or she is trying to entertain you! Not just that, maybe they are trying to strike up a conversation with you or even trying to impress you! Owh &lt;strong&gt;GOD!&lt;/strong&gt; And this is your reply?! &lt;strong&gt;LAME?!&lt;/strong&gt; Gosh. I had been in the particular place before. Ever since tehn, I stopped talking to them, &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt; people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case, I am sorry. &lt;strong&gt;SORRY&lt;/strong&gt; for having to be &lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt;. I know I ain't cool enough to strike up a conversation with you &lt;strong&gt;coolios&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;stylos&lt;/strong&gt;. For that, I sincerely &lt;strong&gt;apologize&lt;/strong&gt;! Well, ever since then, I told myself that if I ever see someone in the same situation I had been, I swore that I would help them. &lt;strong&gt;Jeez.&lt;/strong&gt; I have friends that still uses the word LAME to me sometimes. Owh, what was my reaction then? I would just walk straight to him, and I would get him to see the stars. For short, a punch in the face will do. Hah. That was old me. But right now, either guy or girl, I would just smile and plainly look at her and say, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Owh, I am sorry for not being cool enough to talk to you=)" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some friends who are being victimized by the word &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt;. Some aren't able to communicate well anymore. As, they thought that whatever that comes out of their mouth are &lt;strong&gt;LAME.&lt;/strong&gt; So, it's better for them to just keep their mouth shut. Yea, maybe it's common to say this from teh point of teasing. Yes. That's what people often do. But still, I find it rude. I seriously don't like people saying this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, I would like to pin point to you the people that had just gave me a negative impression on me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viNc and Victor Bay, I am so &lt;strong&gt;darn sorry&lt;/strong&gt; that I &lt;strong&gt;ain't&lt;/strong&gt; cool enough for not be able to write down a post that is able to suit your freaking &lt;strong&gt;COOL&lt;/strong&gt; taste=). Once again, sorry for being &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt;. You guys if you want to, can go ahead and look and choose your friends that you find &lt;strong&gt;COOL&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's proper to say that I hate the word &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt;. A shoutout to everyone who are cool out there, just be nice to your friends out there. Eventhough what they talk about ain't your style, just drop it. Keep it in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, I would like to conclude with 2 questions;&lt;br /&gt;Use your darn &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt; brains abit and &lt;strong&gt;stylishly&lt;/strong&gt; think for once &lt;strong&gt;viNc&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Victor Bay&lt;/strong&gt;, what have you guys got that are &lt;strong&gt;cooler&lt;/strong&gt; than me?=) I had never acted this way to you guys before, so what's up? Jealous of me being able to write something out like that spontaneously in just 7 minutes? If not, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, What makes you think that my previous post was &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt;? You think Ghosts are &lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt; is it Victor?  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-freaking emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-4632292606611396415?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/4632292606611396415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=4632292606611396415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4632292606611396415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/4632292606611396415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/lame.html' title='LAME?'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-53172787366026090</id><published>2008-04-07T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:16:32.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Untold.</title><content type='html'>I was walking through the hallway, when it occured to me that I wasn't really know what I was doing exactly. It took me alot of guts to get myself this high. I told them that I would be fine by myself but who knows what I am about to face would be one of the worst experiences in my life. Either way, I walked through through the lobby and walked towards the elevator. I remembered reading and hearing many stories of this particular place. A so-called haven for the gamblers. I read that many people had turned to death after &lt;strong&gt;'burning'&lt;/strong&gt; or wasted their property away. Mindless people I would say. It was then my mind start drifting again. Thinking deep. Imagining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never know how much their family went through to earn the money. And easily, they are just wasting it away on the likes gambling. I do feel really much pity for the family. Havng giving birth to scums like this and often asking themselves, "Is this really my son/daughter?" A mother and father's heart totally shattered. Tears of disappointment flowing down their aged cheeks. Years of effort on raising their child had been all wasted just like that. Or having married to a man like this, spending nights at the haven. Often asking herself "Was this really the man I fell in love with many years ago?" Heart broken, swollen red eyes caused by frequent crying and hoping that this heart breaking moment was merely just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_opmrGpIpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5QibZZVpEuk/s1600-h/crying-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_opmrGpIpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5QibZZVpEuk/s320/crying-woman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186503665252901522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ting" The beeping sound of the lift broke through the silent night. I was staying at the 10th floor. It was getting cooler as it was raining for the whole day I guess. But hei, that's the main reason people around the country came all the way up here for right? To enjoy the cooling environment of course which is s few thousand feet above sea level and this is what you get. 15-22 degrees celsius. Founded by the &lt;strong&gt;respectable&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Uncle Lim&lt;/strong&gt;. Either way, comparing to the lower grounds, it's all stuffy and heaty. Arrghhh. I was too tired and I couldn't really join the rest of them for a night's walk. Room 1017 as I had recalled. Funny thing was, while I came out of the lift earlier, I heard some children running and laughing. But right now, I don't see any. And, it's already very late. Guess that maybe they had gone back into their room, I just forget about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la. What I want now, is to get a hot bath, clean myelf up and then snuggle up onto the cosy bed. It read 1.04am. It's getting late for me=) but to many, the night's still young. Nah. Not for me. Unlike those people who would sleep till in the afternoon or some even in the evening== Good gracious. It does feels great bathing in the hot water when you are in some place chilly and cool. The warm water made me feel so comfortable that I nearly feel asleep in the bath tub. Wth. Haha. "Ding Dong" Wth? Mum and Dad has the key what. Still need to press the bell meh?== Owh, unless Jeyson had decided to come back earlier. Hmm. I changed and walked towards the door. Expecting Jeyson to come in, I just open and left the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, why come back so early wan? I thought you wanted to go for the walk?" I remembered clearly saying this before jumping onto the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." There wasn't any reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, answer la when i am talking to you!" I turned around expecting to see my brother. He was nowhere to be seen and the door was wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi. Kap Liu also need close the damn door wan la!" I was guessing that he's in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked towards the door, I looked into the toilet. &lt;strong&gt;Shit!&lt;/strong&gt; No one's in the toilet either. Wth?! Then who was the one who rang my doorbell?! &lt;strong&gt;Shito!&lt;/strong&gt; Right now, I am feeling so damn cold. Alot of things are sifting through my mind. My brain was working on it's own now. It's trying to link the children's laughter and footsteps I heard earlier to the ringing of the doorbell. &lt;strong&gt;GOD.&lt;/strong&gt; It was then I realised the door was still open! Owh no. I was a goner I thought. My heart was beating faster than before. I assumed that the kids will appear in front of me any moment now. appearing with knives or chainsaws in their hands. That's not the worst part, as I wouldn't want to see any ghost. I had imagined that they have no eyeballs. Just loop holes and the mouth widely open. Shit. I myself knew that chanting any prayers won't work. I stood still for a few minutes but nothing seemed to happen. I got a grip of myself and then walked towards the door and took a peek outside. Nothing. I see nothing. Nothing and nobody was running down the dim litted hallway. I quickly shut the door and tried to calm myself down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_oksbGpIoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-XFuBsGno8I/s1600-h/hallway.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_oksbGpIoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-XFuBsGno8I/s320/hallway.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186498266479010434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dimly lit hallway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, another thought just cam across my mind. Jeez. I was thinking that the 'things' might be in my room now... What should I do? Surely none of you would want anything that looked like this to appear before your very eyes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_oksLGpImI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FqqUpRyfT18/s1600-h/gk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_oksLGpImI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/FqqUpRyfT18/s320/gk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186498262184043106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;SHITO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN SUDDENLY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;, my dad told me that he's taking the car I am usually driving back to Johor. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I know I know. &lt;strong&gt;Potong stim&lt;/strong&gt; right?XD I purposely wanXD. I am kinda like lazy to write any further la== But seriously, I am gonna chnage my car soon== Changing to a &lt;strong&gt;Myvi&lt;/strong&gt; now.. Zz. Sad case. I am gonna miss the &lt;strong&gt;Nissan Sentra&lt;/strong&gt;. Haihz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-An emoing kiddo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-53172787366026090?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/53172787366026090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=53172787366026090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/53172787366026090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/53172787366026090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/dreams-untold.html' title='Dreams Untold.'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_opmrGpIpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5QibZZVpEuk/s72-c/crying-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-6955582041590596689</id><published>2008-04-06T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T08:10:25.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Nicholas==</title><content type='html'>Tagged by - Nicholas... Zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Name - Ng &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname - Jenson/Sonjen/Jenjen/Ah Siong/Mascara Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names you wish you had - Lucas/Antonio[Omg dam gay]/Ryuzaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people normally mistake your name as - You korean?/Roy Song[@#$%^]/Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday - December 11 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace - Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of Birth - 5.11pm! Time for a game of basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken - Single[always been==]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign - Saggitarius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your Appearence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you - 178-181cm Perhaps? Long time didn't measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were taller - 185cm would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color - Black &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye color you want - Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural Hair color - black and brownish on the front part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Hair color - never changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair - short perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever dye your hair a bizarre color - Nah. Never and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you did something dramatic with your hair - Err. Spiky style. Way too spiky. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses or contacts - Glasses. Never wore for more than a year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear make-up - Nop. &lt;strong&gt;Recently yes. Mascara on the left eye=)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had hair extensions - What?! No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint your nails - a few timesXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the opposite gender-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color eyes - purple, red, gold, pink, maroon @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color hair - long silky hair, long hair with curls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy or Outgoing - &lt;strong&gt;I will like the way she is=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks or personality - Looks and Personality &lt;strong&gt;PLS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy or Cute - Eh, cannot choose beautiful ar? Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious or Fun - Fun of course. Serious can be acceptable=) I like to see a girl study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older or Younger than you - hAge does not matter. Size does matter=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turn on - Beautiful face and hot bod? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turn off - First impression, a girl that smokes really turns me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This or that-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers or Chocolates - Chocolates for me! Flowers for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke - 100 Plus boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rap or Rock - Rap! An example, &lt;strong&gt;Fort Minor-Where'd You Go is the BOMB!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship or One night stand - A serious relationship of none night stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School or Work - university or assignments? Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love or Money - Money can't buy Love. So, Love it is=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies or Music - Music colours the world. Movies are of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country or City - Country. The nature; clean air, crystal clear rivers, and greeneries! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny or Rainy days - Rainy days in the morning till 3p. 3pm onwards, sunny. As, 5pm is game time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends or Family - Friends and Family! 1 cent per SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have you ever-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied - Yea. I always did. No rarely ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole something - Never did and never will. Unless looting in online game is counted@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked - Never did and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt someone close to you - Never did and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke someone's heart - Yeah. My parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had your heart broken - 3 times to be accountable for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondered what was wrong with you - Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were a prince/princess - Prince too kecik. Emperor baru ngam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone who was taken - Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head - Lol. Never gua.. Younger maybe got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love - Used to. &lt;strong&gt;But now can hardly believe in it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used chopsticks - Swt. Sure la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the mirror to yourself - Never did maybe will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Favorites-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower - Lavender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy - All time favourite, Sugus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song - Songs that has a meaning in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent - Anything that doesn't stink will do==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color - Black and White. As right now, the world seems to be colourless to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie - Any movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer - Hmm..Fort Minor and Damien Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word - Gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junk food - Cheezels!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website - If you might want to know, it's www.blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location - Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal - Babi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over someone - Never did maybe will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself - I am cool with what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose - Wai Siu Bo@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports - Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to your tagger and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List (8) random facts about anything and tag (8) people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;I think Pin Yang is a gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I think Thing Fong is a gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;I think Ah Lim is a gay&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;I think Pou Yang is a gay.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;I think CK is a gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I thought they were straight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;I never knew that they were gays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;I found out that they are still gays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy Tag la. Tag you la. The one who's reading this. No blog ar? Get a pencil and a piece of paper la. Zz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-6955582041590596689?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6955582041590596689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=6955582041590596689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6955582041590596689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6955582041590596689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-by-nicholas.html' title='Tagged by Nicholas=='/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-921202609448586105</id><published>2008-04-06T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:25:43.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly</title><content type='html'>My friend Vincent Chan wore some dumb shirt today. It looks dumb but the nice thing about it was the things that were imprinted on the shirt. The picture below tells it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jakrGpIcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KvrUNQgEylM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jakrGpIcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KvrUNQgEylM/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186135294497857986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture from the left says: "&lt;strong&gt;I was on my way to bring you donuts&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;The second reads : "&lt;strong&gt;I was racing home to watch cops&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;The last was the stupidiest, bearing the words: " I thought you wanted to race"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you wanted to race? &lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;. Dam dumb. Haha. Owh yea, If you don't really get what the first one, it's beacuse in the US, the officers/police force are widely associated with donuts. Not just the police practically but the uniform workers actually. Donuts are fast to buy and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jalLGpIdI/AAAAAAAAAII/3nD0YkzK38s/s1600-h/24032008500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jalLGpIdI/AAAAAAAAAII/3nD0YkzK38s/s320/24032008500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186135303087792594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 dudes== Lol. Notice something? It resembles traffic light's colour eh? Haha. &lt;br /&gt;The red one can stop any girl in her tracks. &lt;br /&gt;The yellow one can maybe stop a girl in her tracks.&lt;br /&gt;The green one cannot stop any girl in her tracks. &lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference between them now?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolar. Just joking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, these few days had terribly been busy. I had been rushing on my assignments that's gonna be due on next Monday==. I know I know, &lt;strong&gt;PROCRASTINATING.&lt;/strong&gt; Hei, which student don't? Haha. After all, we are Malaysian students=). Who doesn't then? Kaka. Either way, I had 2 basketball games today and 1 tomorrow. That's the reason why i was rushing on my assignment=). A 1200 words Managemnet assignment. Looks like there's too much words to write about. But then, it turns out that 1200 words wasn't enough== I had been spending &lt;strong&gt;wayyyyyyyy&lt;/strong&gt; too much time... not on &lt;strong&gt;DOTA&lt;/strong&gt;, not on &lt;strong&gt;TITAN QUEST&lt;/strong&gt; but in the library itself== &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. This ain't Jenson's qualities at all. Jenson don't visit the library to study. Haha. But I am a changed man=). Lol. Ish. I was with Izual, Samuel and Pin Yang again== all also got laptop. Zz. Lan c me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jbprGpIeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JLoHBe-V0cQ/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jbprGpIeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JLoHBe-V0cQ/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186136479908831714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No choice. Cannot tahan the jealousy. The blue colour one is my laptop=) Lol. But I am gonna get one this Sunday. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Either way, on Wednesday itself, I had some kind of group supper study. Yea, &lt;strong&gt;Group Supper Study&lt;/strong&gt;!@@@ Wth? I will just name it GSS. Lol. We had our GSS at McDonald's in Taipan. Ming Hao, Stanley, Zahra and Pin Yang (the gay who had stayed overnight in my house) Lol. Nola. He ain't gay. He has a girlfriend. Lol. Pin Yang plays good basketball=). Lol. Either way, this is the picture of what we all had ordered that night@@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jbqLGpIfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rUMpyUBhDU0/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jbqLGpIfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rUMpyUBhDU0/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186136488498766322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hill of &lt;strong&gt;French Fries&lt;/strong&gt;. Statiscally, this is the cause of why 37% of us Malaysians are obese=). Lol. I was crapping. Simply tembak one number only==. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, having this at night can really chunk up your fats@@. I think I consumed only around 12%? Ok. Enough. Zz. Arggh! The other night, I was browsing through some old photos albums. And and,... I came across.. myself==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth. It was already been quite sometime since I last saw the photo albums. They did brought some memories back to me. But mostly, I can't really remember== Arghh. Some people might be shy to show others the pictures of their younger times. But for me, I am not. So I am gonna post some pictures. Haha. here goes=) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jbqbGpIgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bUsIKrZflGs/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jbqbGpIgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bUsIKrZflGs/s320/A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186136492793733634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh gosh. I was chubby back then. I really feel like smacking myself I see myself. Probably pinch myself as well@@ Haha. Omg. Look at my head. As round as a basketball== Zz. This picture was taken back when I was in Standard 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jcWrGpIhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7Qt6reK2Qjg/s1600-h/B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jcWrGpIhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7Qt6reK2Qjg/s320/B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186137253002945042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was also taken in Standard 4 I think.. but only of different place. Genting Highlands to be exact. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jcW7GpIiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YYCHIWG3L2Y/s1600-h/C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jcW7GpIiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/YYCHIWG3L2Y/s320/C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186137257297912354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, while this picture was taken when I was only 2! There's the date on the top right..September 16 1991. Lol. My dad told me that I was a brat back then. Zz. As, I logved to play with the television switch. It was something like this. I kinda remembered it well. Lol. My uncles, aunties and my parents would be watching some show and I would walked up and just off it. Then, I scrammed. Haha. Imagine watching a movie which was the &lt;strong&gt;CLIMAX.&lt;/strong&gt; Suddenly the TV just get switched off. Sure la &lt;strong&gt;POTONG STIM!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jcXLGpIjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EQ2XvzkjIjs/s1600-h/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jcXLGpIjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EQ2XvzkjIjs/s320/D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186137261592879666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fulamak!!&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know how many months I was then== I think.. 4 or 5 gua.. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week itself I had been waking up at 5.30 everyday. Zz. Dam sien. But it's worth while as I get to see the beautiful sunrise every morning=). I love the scenery though. Most of the times, the sky was all dark. The moon being the sole light to guide one's way. Haha. But spolier la the lamp posts.. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jcwrGpIlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zMQ0iszLcQ/s1600-h/-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jcwrGpIlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zMQ0iszLcQ/s320/-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186137699679543890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of the scenery I see every morning=). Haha. Though, it's abit blur.==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the post today, here's a camwhoring picture of myself taken in the &lt;strong&gt;den&lt;/strong&gt; of Vincent Lim, Thing Fong and Pin Yang@@ [You will know why I call it a &lt;strong&gt;den&lt;/strong&gt; when you guys pay a visit there@@] Haha. Thanks Thing Fong for lending me to use your computer. [only because he was buzy sleeping==]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jcXbGpIkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KMSagCmx4EE/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jcXbGpIkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/KMSagCmx4EE/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186137265887846978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zz. I was getting bored of doing the 1200 words assginment== Chilling out in &lt;strong&gt;THE DEN&lt;/strong&gt;@@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, take care! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bloody emoing kid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-921202609448586105?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/921202609448586105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=921202609448586105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/921202609448586105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/921202609448586105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/04/sadly_06.html' title='Sadly'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R_jakrGpIcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KvrUNQgEylM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-6588733087156387123</id><published>2008-03-29T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:03:51.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of being Dumb.</title><content type='html'>These few days had been all weird for me. Weird incidents and even worse case-scenarios. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mascara...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R--OwrGpIPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3wdUzJ6tw-Q/s1600-h/28032008561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R--OwrGpIPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3wdUzJ6tw-Q/s200/28032008561.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183518662982181106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My noob hairstyle with mascara==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea, I am into cosmetics nowadays. I like the dark purple mascara. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here's the truth. That ain't mascara. I am not suffering from insomnia either. After all, my left eye has dark circles while my right eye don't. Zz. Wonder how I get that? It all started last Thursday. A day which was long awaited for by me. It was the selections for the Taylor's University College team. Zz. That event was held in Sri Sedaya private school and yes, there were more than 60++ people who attended. We were warming up as usual, shooting some hoops and David was fooling around. Apparently David is the person who gave me the mascara==.. He tried to do some And 1 skill on me and tak jadi. Seriously, tak jadi. Zz. His head knocked my left eye at the very moment he did the skill. &lt;strong&gt;WTF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! It was just a warm up session and we havent even started the selections game yet until 30 minutes later. &lt;strong&gt;WTH!&lt;/strong&gt; I wen to class the nest day and I was greeted with a barage of questions : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eh what happened to you?! &lt;br /&gt;-Eh ta kau ar?&lt;br /&gt;-Infection?&lt;br /&gt;-Let people punch?&lt;br /&gt;-Eh, you went boxing last night?&lt;br /&gt;-Haha. Nice eyeliners. What brand?&lt;br /&gt;-Woah! Why you wear mascara for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was irritatiing. Irritating not because of the questions but &lt;strong&gt;having&lt;/strong&gt; to answer all the questions with the &lt;strong&gt;same&lt;/strong&gt; answers== Zz. Err. Nola. I played basketball injured wan. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;China Blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it ain't related to the Olympics that's gonna be held in China. But it's an incident which happened directly after the basketball selections. I was on my way back when this Chinese couple waved at me, &lt;strong&gt;clearly&lt;/strong&gt; seeking for help and &lt;strong&gt;obviously&lt;/strong&gt; lost. As I was driving through a Malay populated area. Haha. I stopped aside and winded down my passenger seat's window a little. This guy came to me and introduce himself to me. He said he was from China and he and his wife had lost their way. He asked for some money from me. I lie lor of course. I said I only got 5 bucks. He said he and his wife needed money to eat and call. I was like ok.. Sorry, but I only got 5 bucks@@. The next thing I knew, his wife asked me whether I could fetch them to Sunway. I was like &lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;? You got no money and why you wanna go to Sunway? &lt;strong&gt;KNN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something was amissed. While I was talking to that man, that lady was looking around; more like scouting around to check whether anybody were looking at them. And that guy, he said he was lost. But he doesn't looked worried at all. Who wanna believe you numbskulls? At that evry moment, my eye was swelling. I said I needed to see a doctor so I gotta go. I gave them 5 bucks and drove away. Haha. Noob liars@@. From my point of view, I think there's a chance that if they get onto my car, I will end up being robbed. Zz. AFter all, I was curious so I stopped to listen. But in future, I wouldn't want to do that again. An advise to everyone out there : "Don't stop even though they looked like they needed help. Look around the area n surrounding and make a good judgement. Think of yourself before you think about others first:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhhh~!! That Thursday and Friday, my left eye is all swollen up. My eyebrow is higher than the right one too. It looks as if I am trying to imitate &lt;strong&gt;The Rock's&lt;/strong&gt; eyebrows. Walau. And I went to Pyuramid yesterday with this eye. Some of the people were giving me that look, where I can clearly see the question on them. Why is this guy wearing mascara? Why his eyes so black? What this guy doing? Zz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, my left eye isn't swollen anymore. Leaving only the purple and black marks== which looks alot like mascara now== Haihz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ugly Malaysian In Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I was driving the other day. I was going to fetch my  brother back from his guitar class. I was juzt about to exit the USJ 16 area. Then this Silver colour Myvi suddenly horn me &lt;strong&gt;kau kau&lt;/strong&gt; out of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I was just turning into my lane and the driver horned like someone who had never horned before. Eh, 100% won't touch her la. I took a glance at the driver and the driver appeared to be some Auntie in her mid 40's. Owh yeah, she wasn't looking at me. Perhaps she was plain minding her own business. But I wanted her to see my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I got too annoyed by her car horn. To be exact, she pressed her car horn more than 5 seconds. Damn irritating. I couldn't stand much longer, accelerated my car and hit her from behind. &lt;strong&gt;HAH!&lt;/strong&gt; How does that feel?! As soon as she got down from her car, I rammed her over. TAke that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALAL~~ I didn't do that la of course, I just felt like doing that. But we got rules here wei. Not like the PS2 game, &lt;strong&gt;GTA&lt;/strong&gt; series. Yea. Looks like playing the &lt;strong&gt;Grand Theft Auto&lt;/strong&gt; series game had really gotten into me. Ish. But I stopped playing that vicious game for quite some time already. Zz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I was just turning into my lane. You drive your own lane la Auntie! I won't hit you also! &lt;strong&gt;CCB!&lt;/strong&gt; I was so furious. &lt;strong&gt;KNN.&lt;/strong&gt; And so it happened that the USJ areas have many bumps. Well, instead of ramming her over, I did the following:) Haha. Thank God there are bumps in the area. I used to hate them but now:). Lol. Just when she slowed down her car to go over the bump, I accelerated over my bump. Owh, my bump was shorterXD. I overtook her, made my way in front of her, unwind my window and showed her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R--SnrGpIQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F3GXRun0YXo/s1600-h/MF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R--SnrGpIQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/F3GXRun0YXo/s320/MF.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183522906409869570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; NAH! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt &lt;strong&gt;SO SO So So so so~~&lt;/strong&gt; much better after that:) Alright alright, that's all I had for this post. Take care. You guys should try doing this often. It relieves your stress at an overwhelming rate. Therefore, I hghly recommened to people like &lt;strong&gt;EMILY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note: Sorry for using all the vulgar wordsXD. I am just being expressive:) Haha. No hard feelings alright?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;very emo&lt;/strong&gt;, emokid-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-6588733087156387123?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/6588733087156387123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=6588733087156387123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6588733087156387123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/6588733087156387123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/03/days-of-being-dumb.html' title='Days of being Dumb.'/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R--OwrGpIPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3wdUzJ6tw-Q/s72-c/28032008561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-3594880828121095903</id><published>2008-03-28T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T06:39:25.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Pui Teng==</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Pui Teng@@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 5 people you can think of right&lt;br /&gt;off the top of your head.&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the questions underneath&lt;br /&gt;until you write the names of all 5&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;This is a lot funnier if you actually&lt;br /&gt;randomly list the names first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;1. Nicholas Alec&lt;br /&gt;2. Hui Xin&lt;br /&gt;3. Emily Wong&lt;br /&gt;4. Ching Mun&lt;br /&gt;5. Johnathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LOOK AHEAD UNLESS YOU FILLED UP&lt;br /&gt;THE TOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HOW DID YOU MEET 1?&lt;br /&gt;- Through the game of basketball== I remembered he's quite good@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On a scale of 1 -10 how would u rate&lt;br /&gt;your friendship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;- zzz. 10's too gay. Perhaps 8.5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you known 4?&lt;br /&gt;- Err.. 7 bulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you know number 3?&lt;br /&gt;- Through tuition. She's a crazy lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. wheres 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Kajang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A fact about number 1?&lt;br /&gt;- Chick magnet. One that *pushes* chicks away. Lol. Jk. He's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;- Tak tau lelaki itu panggil apa dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does 1 do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;- Rots at home. Dota 24/7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you live with number 3?&lt;br /&gt;- Hua! Difficult question! Erm..Wait till hell's unleashed on Earth then I will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you like about number 2?&lt;br /&gt;- She's such nice girl! Love her cheerful smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you miss number 5?&lt;br /&gt;- He was my classmate for the last 2 sems. Yea, it's quite borng without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you make out with number 4?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm. I would if I could!:) Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What’s your opinion of number 2?&lt;br /&gt;- She's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's your favorite memory with&lt;br /&gt;number 5?&lt;br /&gt;- His &lt;strong&gt;NOOBNESS&lt;/strong&gt; in DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What would you do if number 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;were going out?&lt;br /&gt;- Owh. That's easy. Let Vivi know and then skin him alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever had a long conversation with 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Err. No way man. He's too gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever slept at 2's house?&lt;br /&gt;- Err.. no==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you hang out with 3 a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- Nah. Never seen her in awhile except online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who have you known the longest?&lt;br /&gt;- ....Unfortunately Emily. Zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How often do you talk to 1?&lt;br /&gt;- Zz. Frequently?==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What about 2?&lt;br /&gt;- Juz hung out with her this morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever thought 3 more then a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- WtF. Always Emily nia. Got! Last time. Sudah lama. Now oso more than friend. Like a... &lt;strong&gt;BROTHER&lt;/strong&gt;! Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Would you go out for a date with 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Nah. I ain't gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you dream about 2?&lt;br /&gt;- I do. Once and it was sweet? Hope to dream of her more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did no 4 did to you that you can never forget?&lt;br /&gt;- Call me &lt;strong&gt;BANANA!&lt;/strong&gt; Laughed at people's confessions! She's just plain playful. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What have you done for 1 that the person never forget?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm.. Sad to say. Nth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's 3 hobby?&lt;br /&gt;- Hobby ar? Hobbies got la. &lt;strong&gt;Complain&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Curse&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ejek&lt;/strong&gt;, and and and... Collect Stamps!! Lol. Like she did. Zz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Tag 5 people :&lt;br /&gt;- Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;- Emily WOng&lt;br /&gt;- Ching Mun&lt;br /&gt;- Shereena&lt;br /&gt;- Victor Bay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/355300453398508326-3594880828121095903?l=shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/feeds/3594880828121095903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=355300453398508326&amp;postID=3594880828121095903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3594880828121095903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/355300453398508326/posts/default/3594880828121095903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredglassofus.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged-by-pui-teng.html' title='Tagged by Pui Teng=='/><author><name>Jenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12644641993015011703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/SLTSbxMJIiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/H5HgjSIklpM/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-355300453398508326.post-5786552271816319646</id><published>2008-03-25T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:44:10.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged~!!</title><content type='html'>Thx alot &lt;strong&gt;Victor Bay&lt;/strong&gt;== For tagging me== Haha. Alright, alright let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rules:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to your tagger and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag eight people at the end of this post and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random fact 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I have itchy hands since I was a small little kid:) Tnagan gatal sial~!! Lol. And yes, until this very moment, I am still a guy with itchy hands. I just can't sit quietly. Proof to supoort that? Hah! I got tons. It happened the itehr day in Nic's house. And I was basically toying with the pepper and salt thingy. There were 2 holes in each of the object's head. Lol. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jl87GpIEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wCSPCU8omgk/s1600-h/g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jl87GpIEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wCSPCU8omgk/s200/g2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181644206110220354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started of like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I made it into a romantic story^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jmbrGpIFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/z-fw9TQyzCQ/s1600-h/g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jmbrGpIFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/z-fw9TQyzCQ/s200/g1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181644734391197778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Running towards one another with open arms* You can totally see the romance and love between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then and then~!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jm5LGpIGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/S4vPbHvjTyY/s1600-h/g5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jm5LGpIGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/S4vPbHvjTyY/s200/g5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181645241197338722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there are no possible gender highlighted, let's all just proclaim the yellow one as the man@@. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jnR7GpIHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/niydusfgClY/s1600-h/g6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jnR7GpIHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/niydusfgClY/s200/g6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181645666399101042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok. If anyone of you might want the white fella as a man instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jnx7GpIII/AAAAAAAAAE4/RJy0cItg2-U/s1600-h/g3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jnx7GpIII/AAAAAAAAAE4/RJy0cItg2-U/s200/g3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181646216154914946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulamak. Syok eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-joW7GpIJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FgKhQubQuYg/s1600-h/g4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-joW7GpIJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FgKhQubQuYg/s200/g4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181646851810074770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@. Deeply in love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I shall end the story with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jo97GpIKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2S8lFbdQ6Fo/s1600-h/g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-jo97GpIKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2S8lFbdQ6Fo/s200/g2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181647521824972962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo! Hugs and kissesXD Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright this is damn gay. I am just highlighting on my itchy fingers not on me being a gay==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random fact 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I had many ghostly experiences throughout my life. But I had neither seen them before. Certainly would not like to. I only heard them, sensed them, and saw what they did. Like erm 1 particular incident, I was in Genting masa itu. Ketika itu, bilik hotel saya ada dekat dengan renovation site itu. Mungkin renovation tapi saya agak macam ada paip kebocoran jadi mungkin tengah repair la. Dekat dengan bilik saya saja. I had walked past the particular room a few times and noticed that there were lots of tools and pipes lying all over the floor. All in a mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Story starts here. Around midnight, I was still awake and I heard bangings. Macam ada orang sedang ketuk benda la. Dan juga macam orang ambil benda dan buang ke atas lanatai. Bunyi macam itu la. Saya tak kisah lor. Masa nak tidur un tak boleh. Sangat bising tau? My family all also woke already at that time. And that noise lasted till around 5 something in the morning wei. Zz. Cannot sleep la. Dam kau tulan. Of course we realise the noise was intentionally done ler. And I am sure it wasn't people' doing. Might be the 'residents' there were irritated by the construction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, that's just 1 story. Basically a few of my bloodlines had the gift as well== They can see wei. Haha. That's all I wanna bring out in fact 2@@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random fact 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooot~!! I am sure everyone got &lt;strong&gt;emo&lt;/strong&gt; at times want right? But being &lt;strong&gt;emo&lt;/strong&gt; is part of my life. It's basically one of my favourite past time== I like sitting alone by the corner or in my room there thinking about the heart breaking moments and imagining things that aren't true. With of course, &lt;strong&gt;EMO&lt;/strong&gt; music playing in the background. Musics like &lt;strong&gt;9 Crimes&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Damien Rice&lt;/strong&gt; for heart breaking issues, &lt;strong&gt;Your Call&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Second Hand Serenade&lt;/strong&gt; for love related issuesXD and also my all-time favourite, &lt;strong&gt;Mana Lu Pergi?&lt;/strong&gt; or better known as &lt;strong&gt;Where'd You Go&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Fort Minor&lt;/strong&gt; for any love issues too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz. I know. It looks like I am some psycho== Zz. But either way, it's the fact about me. The shocking part is that I start &lt;strong&gt;emo-ing&lt;/strong&gt; when the songs start playing==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random fact 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sky and cloud fanatic! I mean as in the pictures and beautiful scenes of &lt;strong&gt;GOD's&lt;/strong&gt; creation. Yes. The beauty of nature can never be described in a thousand words. I am so so so sooooooooooooo into them that I could just stop my car in the middle of the road and look upwards to them and admire for hours till they are gone. I am also in love with waterfalls, crystal clear waters, and even tropical islands! Haha. Either way, here is a photo shoot of the dawnXD Picture taken near my Uni there at 6.57am. Lol. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-j0mbGpILI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EpZ1qrjpqWM/s1600-h/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmNEZpj9BHQ/R-j0mbGpILI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EpZ1qrjpqWM/s200/view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181660312237580466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the colour contrast in the sky. Bright and Dark at the same time. If there's a star shining brightly in it, it would be better. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random fact 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an addicted gamer. To games like &lt;strong&gt;DOTA&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;RO&lt;/strong&gt;, and porn?@@ Haha. Nolar joking ni@@. Alright, I was totally engrossed with RO back when I was form 4. My family has a tight rule stating that no games during weekdays. So, I always pretended to be doing my sejarah research back then. Lol.  I would always put a reference book of sejarah next to d computer. But I wasn't really of couse doing it. I was &lt;strong&gt;(alt+TAB)-ing&lt;/strong&gt; each time either my mum or dad walked past@@ Fulamak. Like Mission Impossible. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then It was DOTA. Same thing over and over again la. Zz. Haha.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random fact 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be anti-social. I would like to be left out from groups. Zz. I got no idea why also. I was felt I was the odd one back then. Whatever my friends planned to do or wherever my friends planned to go, I would always reject== Crazy. Don;'t know why I got that sort of thinking back then. Very immature of me. Haha. I admit myself:). Lol. Either way, it wasn't because I am anti-social everytime. Most of the time itself is that my parents wouldn't allow me to go out. Zz. I got no idea. Actually, I also don't really go out de. Even with my family== Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Malas&lt;/strong&gt; I guessXD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I am different^^ Go out almost every week. Non-stop== Watch all the latest movie on the day it was released last time or the next day== Thursdays or Fridays. Lol. I was also a hot headed person back then:) Abit small issues I 'fat for' already. I especially don't like people joking on me last time== That's why peopele easily hated me back then. And now, I am more cooler ler. What you joke also I don't care la. If funny I laugh lor. If not funny also I will laugh. To give you face that is== &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random fact 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone should have their dreams and goals right? Many of my friends find my goal very hard to achieve and in many cases they made a joke out of it. If I was the last time hot headed, you be &lt;strong&gt;BURNT&lt;/strong&gt;! But now, I just smile and say &lt;strong&gt;Owh&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Alright, basically my goal is to do well in my dad's business which is ink manufacturing. I would love to help him in his business. Anything that will benefit his business. And when I have the &lt;strong&gt;cash$$&lt;/strong&gt; flowing in, there's where my first step towards my goal start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stated earlier that I love tropical islands. I would indeed love to buy one and establish a hotel resort on it. Crystal clear sea water all around you. Who doesn't like it must be brainless. Man. Crystal clear sea water. Establishing an island is the first step. I would certainly love to build my dream house on the island itself. A cruise ship is a must tooXD. Lol. I don;t want to elaborate much. Let's just end the chitty-chatty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random fact 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One picture says it all:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone that I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a
