<?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-29434386</id><updated>2011-07-29T16:46:09.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing is Believing</title><subtitle type='html'>Well, this is a place where i share my thought with everyone out there if there's any to listen to what i am trying to say. For now, I only put what i am facing in the university to show. And at the later stage, i would share my interest in foods in malaysia with people around here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-5827778007441784159</id><published>2007-12-03T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:33:39.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><content type='html'>Yea.. I moved my blog to a new site now.. its &lt;a href="http://unintendedsinner.wordpress.com"&gt;www.unintendedsinner.wordpress.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to visit yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-5827778007441784159?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5827778007441784159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=5827778007441784159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5827778007441784159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5827778007441784159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/12/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-5044816794559941291</id><published>2007-07-11T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:53:00.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人生中的一幕</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;她還是一 樣的對我不冷不熱﹐也許我自己真的無法放棄她吧﹖聽着張震岳的愛我別走的時候真的會想流眼淚。 可是我記得她說她不喜歡這首歌﹐原因嘛﹖我也不知道。所以呢﹐死心對我來說也許真的很難。她。。就是我生命中的那一點遺憾吧。。 所謂如果活着沒有遺憾的話﹐生命中的一切就會顯得不再精彩了。。 是吧﹖ 也許我真的很天真。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友呢。。都是兄弟姐妹。。對我來說朋友的價值是無價的﹐ 可是我卻聽到某些人說朋友是拿來利用的。 是他想得太悲觀還是我想得太完美了呢﹖至少有不少朋友讓我覺得對他們好是值得的。。其實我是在訴苦啦。。呵呵。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚跨入21了。。說真的滿想念以前的生活。 現在物是人非﹐很多東西不再精彩了。。可是學到了很多東西。。待人其實不用那麼真。。應酬下就好了。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友們。。謝謝你們所給我的祝福。。我會珍惜的。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-5044816794559941291?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5044816794559941291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=5044816794559941291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5044816794559941291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5044816794559941291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='人生中的一幕'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-5408498563392934591</id><published>2007-06-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:40:44.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bitching? Yes, bitching! Got to know about it when all the guys flocked over to &lt;a href="http://www.yeemei86.blogspot.com"&gt;Joyce's Blog&lt;/a&gt; to bitch about this person. And that is not the most interesting part of it, the fact that guys actually bitch better than girls!! No joke, our friend Robert manage to come out with a few essays and I find it quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its not a bad thing as it channels your frustration and make you less geram about it. But I believe as long as we have our limits and make sure it doesnt hurt the person too much then it should be okay. Anyone have any bithching experience? I bet its interesting. Michelle might have alot to say~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-5408498563392934591?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5408498563392934591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=5408498563392934591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5408498563392934591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5408498563392934591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/06/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting Facts'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-5943239279564425971</id><published>2007-06-19T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:28:20.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It has been sometime since my last post due to some commitment. I suddenly don't feel like myself anymore and lost the passion in doing things. Now I am only doing it for the sake of doing it while I concentrate in my assignments. Been thinking about it thoroughly over the past few weeks and I think its my fault and stupidity for not being able to do a good job. And I think she will agree to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God I hit the gym regularly to release stress. Pumping iron really works when you need to get something out and the people at the gym doesnt have 2 faces and ofcourse nice to talk to. However, I cant really get optimum results from my routines due to stress and lack of sleep. But I am still getting leaner :P even without the help of HydroxyCut.The gym is also a nice place to go with people from all walks of life sharing experiences in bodybuilding and also their lives, really manage to learn things from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, some highschool mates' band is growing and seriously need some support. Their musics are good and pleasant to the ears. They are &lt;a href="http://amp.channelv.com/auraljoint"&gt;Aural Joint.&lt;/a&gt; Feel free to drop by and listen to their music and I bet it will suprise you. &lt;a href="http://amp.channelv.com/auraljoint"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-5943239279564425971?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5943239279564425971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=5943239279564425971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5943239279564425971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5943239279564425971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far...'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-8557081081961717465</id><published>2007-06-06T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:20:05.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEADACHE!!!</title><content type='html'>Restless Nights spent on stupid events! God, please save me from this HELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-8557081081961717465?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8557081081961717465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=8557081081961717465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/8557081081961717465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/8557081081961717465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/06/headache.html' title='HEADACHE!!!'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-5027607936543101697</id><published>2007-06-05T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:18:57.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Fundraising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fundraising for what?? For UTAR Ball Night 2007 that is! Due to the lack/no sponsorship for UTAR Ball Night, I have to work extra hard for fundraising in order to generate money for the programme department so that they can actually deliver a world class performance on that very night itself at the Berjaya Times Square Hotel this 21st of July. This very grand events serves as a finale for all the orientation events to welcome the freshmen of UTAR during the May Intake of 2007. Sounds like an advertisement for UTAR sponsorship? Yes, I am your beloved useless Sponsorship Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it pretty hard to get sponsors with so many damned restrictions which indirectly tells the sponsors that we are gonna take your money but please dont hope that we are going to do something for you! Who will sponsor your event where u dont allow people to hang banners and put their logo at your backdrop? This is the only thing that an education institution can give the sponsors for the money/items they sponsored! Well, I am tired already but will still gonna try anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, fundraising... Well, we started the 1cents and 5cents coin donation campaign today along with the sales of Wendy's homemade muffins and Chinese Bookmarks from Ben's uncle. The coins campaign was going fine but the sales of bookmarks was terrible as we manage to sell only 2 sets of the RM3 and around 6 of the RM1 bookmarks. However, the wonderful muffins did compensate the dissapointments with 51 muffins gone in 1.5hours and its not even lunch time!!! Thanks Wendy for everything and guys for helping out at the booth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: anyone need to get rid of their cute little 1cents and 5cents? Or do you need some bookmarks to remember where u stopped for any wonderful books? Please look for me ya!!!&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/29434386-5027607936543101697?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5027607936543101697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=5027607936543101697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5027607936543101697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5027607936543101697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/06/official-fundraising.html' title='Official Fundraising'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-3730538056888481596</id><published>2007-06-04T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:58:58.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year2 and Semester1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the title itself sound bad enough for me to bear already. 3 weeks of holiday is seriously not enough and I am already dreaming of my next dreamy beach vacation and bikini babes. New semester means more money to spend on text books, assignments materials, petrol, food, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as part of the UTAR Ball Night 2007 committee, it really gives me lots of headaches as I, myself didn't realise how hard is it to find sponsors for UTAR. Man, it was piece of cake during high schools because the school let us do what we wanted to do! And lots and lots of work have to be done inorder to make it something worth talking about even after the ball night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of new faces due to diploma students coming over from TARC(Tunku Abdul Rahman College) and seriously some of them look good. Atleast we wont have to see the same faces over and over again. Oh, and again, UTAR increased their tuition fees once again for no reason again! I wonder if they thinks their beloved students are rich asses who came over to enjoy their "cheap" but quality education. Anyway, we cant do anything about it also, even the student rep did not voice out the students comment. SRC in UTAR is seriously not strong and cant really represents their students due to UTAR's policy and restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I havent update my blog for sometime now due to school commitments and so on. Really miss the days where I can get inspiration to blog anytime and anyway. Guess its leaving me behind to rot along the path to enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all for now. Having blogger's block at the moment. *Needs more inspiration*&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/29434386-3730538056888481596?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3730538056888481596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=3730538056888481596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/3730538056888481596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/3730538056888481596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/06/year2-and-semester1.html' title='Year2 and Semester1'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-8409400035135798232</id><published>2007-05-21T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:53:59.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OH.. This time around I'll let the picture to do the talkings. Its our second day at the island and we took this after the morning snorkeling trip and everyone was damn tired. Let me tell you what i saw that very day. I saw sea cucumber, sting-rays, turtles, nemos, sea bass, trevalleys and LIVING CORALS (but limited la). Nearly get to see sharks although vegetarian sharks, they still have the abilities of man-eating sharks. They can swim damn fast and make people swim around the whole area and I gave up, it was too tiring after swimming around the area for 30minutes without any sharks in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB80wyEhEI/AAAAAAAAABE/C0CDVENr1tc/s1600-h/DSC04311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB80wyEhEI/AAAAAAAAABE/C0CDVENr1tc/s320/DSC04311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066686826681762882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Weng Fu aka Bryant, Mei Wan aka Ah Wua, *me* and Ye lin aka Elin at the bottom with Kamal's sampan behind!&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/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB8RwyEhDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ad4aD7R6aVY/s1600-h/DSC04361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB8RwyEhDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ad4aD7R6aVY/s320/DSC04361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066686225386341426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me, Mei Wan, Vjean, Sin Ling and Weng Fu with the piles of giant stones behind us. You feel like the top of the world when you stand on it and look at the blue ocean with  birds flying around!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB7vgyEhCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xuri7tkU_4M/s1600-h/CIMG4502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB7vgyEhCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xuri7tkU_4M/s320/CIMG4502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066685636975821858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone posing for a picture while playing volleyball while I take their picture as I enjoy the rays of sun light with the chilly winds from the ocean. This is life man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB94AyEhGI/AAAAAAAAABU/ofXTfo53HJ4/s1600-h/CIMG4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB94AyEhGI/AAAAAAAAABU/ofXTfo53HJ4/s320/CIMG4509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066687982027965538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is dedicated to GenTak as he previously requested for some hot Guai Pohs but then its limited when I got there. So enjoy yea GenTak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB9cQyEhFI/AAAAAAAAABM/crCds-erdXU/s1600-h/CIMG4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB9cQyEhFI/AAAAAAAAABM/crCds-erdXU/s320/CIMG4506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066687505286595666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was hard to capture, have to zoom in alot cause her hunk was looking around. But she was hot. Gen Tak this is for you!&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/29434386-8409400035135798232?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8409400035135798232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=8409400035135798232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/8409400035135798232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/8409400035135798232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/05/pulau-perhentian-part-2.html' title='Pulau Perhentian Part 2'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/RlB80wyEhEI/AAAAAAAAABE/C0CDVENr1tc/s72-c/DSC04311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-2921245131862761706</id><published>2007-05-19T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:53:59.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Perhentian Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ahhh.. Finally I get the mood to blog about the trip to pulau Perhentian.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Step onto Kelantan soil at 6am in the morning after 9++ hours in the god damned bus but only manage to leave the bus station at 7 because our beloved driver Sin Ling and Mei Wan cannot wake up. Anyway, we wanted to try Kelantan Bak Kut Teh but then the fella dont feel like cooking so we ordered some fish ball noodles and half boiled eggs. We set off in 4 taxis at 9.30am to the pulau Perhentian jetty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3qKQyEg9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9lXaj1pLzg/s1600-h/CIMG4458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3qKQyEg9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9lXaj1pLzg/s320/CIMG4458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065962617886245842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of the island from the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 45mins of speed boat ride. We land our feet on those white sandy beach of Addul's Chalet, Pulau Perhentian. However, the island wasnt very developed and electricity supply is inconsistent and Ang Mohs everywhere! And this is what I call a sweet vacation XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3q3wyEg-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dDE3PoKsotw/s1600-h/CIMG4460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3q3wyEg-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dDE3PoKsotw/s320/CIMG4460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065963399570293730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Chalet~ Quite nice but the got no stars.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, We spent the whole day sleeping under the shades with the beach right infront of us. Ang Mohs running here and there. Oh, I lurve bikinis~~ haha. I really cant describe how I felt that day, so look at the pictures only la ya? haha.. Paiseh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; More Pics Below:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3sTAyEg_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/t_J5W8XZnsA/s1600-h/CIMG4488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3sTAyEg_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/t_J5W8XZnsA/s320/CIMG4488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065964967233356786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3tKwyEhAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6IUvGgtPyLs/s1600-h/CIMG4496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3tKwyEhAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6IUvGgtPyLs/s320/CIMG4496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065965925011063810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of the beach from where I am sleeping and me acting cute while gambling in the mid of the nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3uAgyEhBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1HC8mBix9OQ/s1600-h/CIMG4486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3uAgyEhBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1HC8mBix9OQ/s320/CIMG4486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065966848429032466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and my favorite among all the pics which is the sun set! Looked nice right? Future Pro Photographer ok~ Lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More pictures on the next post! Yea, I am damn lazy.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-2921245131862761706?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2921245131862761706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=2921245131862761706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/2921245131862761706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/2921245131862761706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/05/pulau-perhentian-part-1.html' title='Pulau Perhentian Part 1'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QMYWllE_9vs/Rk3qKQyEg9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/I9lXaj1pLzg/s72-c/CIMG4458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-6007412784404624620</id><published>2007-05-01T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:33:53.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO THE HELL STARTED THE WHOLE EXAM THING ANYWAY??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I am still having my exam week with one more exam to go which is PR writing. This subject is not as hard as the others as there are no theories or what so ever. However, you need to remember those formats so that you wont lose marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was having the worst 2 weeks as I need to prepare myself mentally for exams and also go through a series of brain storming session with the books. Never been so hardworking in my life before, this is thanks to the highly competitive market of the students of UTAR. Anyway, still have to work hard to exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to a song by You Hong Ming titled Xie Qing Shu which means Writing a love letter. The song and its rhytm is always in my mind, cant really get it out. The song is more of a sad song instead of a lovey dovey song. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-6007412784404624620?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6007412784404624620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=6007412784404624620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/6007412784404624620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/6007412784404624620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/05/examssssss.html' title='Examssssss'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-603483873460578932</id><published>2007-03-19T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:51:58.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convocation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Well, attended the UTAR's Convocation last Saturday and this Sunday eventhough it wasn't mine but I have to go to raise funds there for the UTAR Ball Night 2007. It was tiring but get to know some nice people and get to know true colors of people nowadays. Saw lots of people graduating the other day and some of them are my friends too. There were smiles on everybody's face as they gather together to take photo. And you can actually see guys holding roses or a guy giving someother guy a dozen roses with a cute bear bear on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough we were asked to do it at the 11th hour but we turn ourselves up after the Mid term exam for IPC. It was difficult on the first day as all of us were very tired and basically half dead. But the suppliers actually gave us some flowers. Ok la.. I made them to give me la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Say NO!&lt;br /&gt;Not to smoking or drugs, but to favors which is out of the border. I caused my friends' illness by asking them to help me out without getting paid. Thanks Jo and Juan!!&lt;br /&gt;And GOD, I don't want any last minute request or favors from anyone anymore. I cant take it already! I can sacrifice my personal time and even my assignment time but please, not my friends'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-603483873460578932?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/603483873460578932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=603483873460578932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/603483873460578932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/603483873460578932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/03/convocation.html' title='Convocation'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-6628198716941775888</id><published>2007-03-01T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:40:57.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo-ish Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Today is certainly an emo day for me, I dont know what got into me but it seems like I have no idea what's going on around me. Maybe it was due to the lack of sleep recently but seriously, does it affects the mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had blurry eyes and also blurry mind for the whole day, even while I am typing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something funny happened today as Michelle and Ah Nie actually talked bout their childhood idols such as Backstreet Boys, 911, New Kids on The Block and all those boy bands during the older times. They can actually cry over a magazine which is sold out and buy cassesets, tapes and posters of their favorite boy bands. Not to mention that they actually sing a few of their songs at the sidewalk outside the classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I used to like Backstreet Boys when I was younger but as I grew I tend to listen to Enya, Enigma, Nirvana and mostly rock or pop rock. And also some lala music such as Initial D's theme songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody has any nice song for me to listen?&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/29434386-6628198716941775888?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6628198716941775888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=6628198716941775888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/6628198716941775888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/6628198716941775888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/03/emo-ish-day.html' title='Emo-ish Day'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-944013214537563585</id><published>2007-02-23T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:01:24.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gung Hei Fatt Choy!! and ofcourse HONG BAO COME COME!!~&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all my chinese friends and Happy Holidays for all my non chinese friends. Like every year, CNY are usually packed with families shopping for new year clothes, soft drinks, cookies, lokams and lots more which actually contributes to our economy! But this year everything seems slow in the year of Ju Zhai(piggy), not only the sales of new year goods but also the atmosphere. The CNY mood dont seems to kick in as it usually does but I do love the angpow giving ceremonies when I go a visit. And angpows seems to be lighter and I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt went back to Muar this year because have been going back quite often in the year 2006 due to sick grandmother and passed away grandaunt. Mom also got bored by going back so often but I do miss grandmother and grandaunt dearly as they never failed to shower me with their love and care everytime I goes back. But grandmother seems to be better and better but she got senile aka Lou Yan Chi Ngoi Zheng. She always thought that I am 5years old when I am 20 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt gamble much this year as I dont wanna win too much and make people sad. *wink wink* But I did pay Gen Tak a visit finally after knowing him for so many years. We won some extra pocket money from one of his many aunt and she looked a lil sad when we didnt give her the chance to win us back. That's why I say better dont gamble so much because it inflicts the guilty feel in me when I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now I am only waiting for the day we do Lou-Sang and see lion dance but then class is starting soon. Damn UTAR! but thank them for their low fees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Late update due to unforeseen circumstances such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Blogger's block&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ghost Online Addiction&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Get-Big/Fat-project&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Once again Gung Hei Fatt Choy and dont forget to give me angpow if you are eligible! :D&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/29434386-944013214537563585?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/944013214537563585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=944013214537563585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/944013214537563585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/944013214537563585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-1741808293710802337</id><published>2007-01-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:07:57.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jong's Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was a sort of final gathering for Chun Hung before he left for Australia so the guys from our highschool met up at his home for a small gathering althought quite a number of people turned up.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff came up all the way from Melacca even with an exam on the 3rd of Jan. And some unexpected dudes like Tonie and GenTak. Chun Hung's mom had to get extra food to accomodate the heavyweights like me and Jinxtah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late as Jeff was coming from Melacca to fetch me, we went around Bandar Kinrara 2 to look for his house until Jinxtah came by and showed us the way. The moment we went in, we were greeted by beers and shandy! haha Welcome 2007 and 21 years old!!! The food was good and yet a BlackJack session commence right after the food is being cleared by our beloved Heavyweights and some featherweights! Wei Liang lost his dinner and contributed to Tonie's "Fresh Air" for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and most of us havent meet up for some time due to studies commitment and some exams. We talked about the past and none about the future, guess we were too young for it? Discipline teachers and our ponteng sessions seems to be the most talked about during the few hours there. Our highschool are mostly about fun and none of the stress that we are currently experiencing. Well, atleast we utilised our 5yrs at samad having fun and suffering for the next few years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next one?? I like the wines! and the fried fu chuk! damn good.. oh and the yam cake too!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-1741808293710802337?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1741808293710802337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=1741808293710802337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/1741808293710802337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/1741808293710802337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2007/01/jongs-gathering.html' title='Jong&apos;s Gathering'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-5410991479213767450</id><published>2006-12-22T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:54:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This song by Jordan Knight and Deborah Gibson somehow explains and describes how I felt lately. *lyrics at the bottom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qXjQHo0E6w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8qXjQHo0E6w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I've been so lost lately&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand baby&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Please call&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin with you&lt;br /&gt;after all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that it would be right if we&lt;br /&gt;got together so suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take back all of the things that I said&lt;br /&gt;and replace them with simply I love you instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;You didn't wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But you never really seem like you wanna try&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;But I only wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;and then I let you just slip away&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't listen to your heart inside&lt;br /&gt;then it really doesn't matter what was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;and if you need me then tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I never meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Mmm Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;I think about the past baby&lt;br /&gt;Why we couldn't make it last, lady&lt;br /&gt;I know you still have doubts&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna prove that we can work things out&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be sure that you know what you put me through&lt;br /&gt;and reveal that you intend to never let me down again&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;It's clear to me and I can't ignore&lt;br /&gt;that I have to give you something I couldn't before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;You didn't wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But you never really seem like you wanna try&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;But I only wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;and then I let you just slip away&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't listen to your heart inside&lt;br /&gt;then it really doesn't matter what was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;and if you need me then tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I never meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that we would come to this&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, no&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, your face, your smile is what I miss&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;Why did you wait so long to take me back&lt;br /&gt;Deborah &amp; Jordan&lt;br /&gt;It's all a simple misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;You didn't wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But you never really seem like you wanna try (Never wanna try)&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;But I only wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;and then I let you just slip away&lt;br /&gt;Deborah&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't listen to your heart inside&lt;br /&gt;then it really doesn't matter what was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;and if you need me then tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I never meant to say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-5410991479213767450?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5410991479213767450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=5410991479213767450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5410991479213767450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5410991479213767450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/12/say-goodbye.html' title='Say Goodbye?'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-8016831154712426654</id><published>2006-12-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:02:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>黑夜白晝</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;每天&lt;br /&gt;一絲一點想念﹐&lt;br /&gt;在那心中逗留。&lt;br /&gt;一幕一幕畫面﹐&lt;br /&gt;在腦海裡刷過。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每晚&lt;br /&gt;一滴一點眼淚﹐&lt;br /&gt;在那眼中徘徊。&lt;br /&gt;一刀一刀劃過﹐&lt;br /&gt;在心窩裡滴血。&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/29434386-8016831154712426654?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8016831154712426654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=8016831154712426654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/8016831154712426654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/8016831154712426654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_20.html' title='黑夜白晝'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-1865733444522662741</id><published>2006-12-18T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:34:03.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>因果</title><content type='html'>短了的線﹐飛了的箏&lt;br /&gt;失去了的東西﹐失去了的蹤影&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一個晴天﹐一個陰天&lt;br /&gt;失去了的笑容﹐失去了的眼淚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一絲陽光﹐一絲月光&lt;br /&gt;積累了的因果﹐積累了的報應&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-1865733444522662741?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1865733444522662741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=1865733444522662741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/1865733444522662741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/1865733444522662741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='因果'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-3982810737304171346</id><published>2006-12-17T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:34:39.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;一點想念﹐ 一點思念&lt;br /&gt;慢慢侵蝕我的心﹐慢慢將我心抹去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;無奈的淚﹐無奈的心&lt;br /&gt;使我眼被蒙蔽了﹐使我心被刀刺了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一步天堂﹐一步地獄&lt;br /&gt;一時的無心之差﹐永遠的十八地獄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-3982810737304171346?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3982810737304171346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=3982810737304171346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/3982810737304171346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/3982810737304171346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost.html' title='Lost?'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-2590237286900404101</id><published>2006-12-16T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:16:20.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Addiction</title><content type='html'>Although it is my latest addiction but it has been around for years. Written by Jay Chou for Jordan Chan, both talented musicians working together to create a song for most of the people there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBDWRTW6LHM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aBDWRTW6LHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-2590237286900404101?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2590237286900404101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=2590237286900404101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/2590237286900404101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/2590237286900404101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/12/latest-addiction.html' title='Latest Addiction'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-8924959335294812331</id><published>2006-12-14T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:34:07.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowest Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am glad to say that I finally know how it feels to be at the one of the lowest point of my life. Why? I have no idea why it happens but it seems like I lost something important to me and I feel moody for the whole day and yet nothing seems to be able to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-8924959335294812331?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8924959335294812331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=8924959335294812331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/8924959335294812331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/8924959335294812331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/12/lowest-point.html' title='Lowest Point'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-5981772856979699134</id><published>2006-12-06T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:30:15.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dengue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just to let you guys know that I have been hospitalised for dengue! Thanks to my medical card if not I will have to sell my a$$ off in order to pay for my bills. Since most of the people don't know which hospital, its Assunta Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to compliment the hospital for providing lots of eye candy for their patients(male) as they have really nice and pretty nurses all around. At one point, I thought I went into a paradise instead of a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on drips the moment the doctor sees me, it hurts when the fella poke that needle into my skin and the worse part is that he poked the other arms just to take some blood for the laboratory guys to work on my blood. Then I have to be admitted into HDU which is High Dependency Unit where you need the nurses' permission to go toilet which is like 10steps away. but it is only for a night before I got switched to the normal ward with a TV!!!! And it cost me Rm10 a day just to watch local channels and NO ASTRO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hospital food taste good and they serve curry as well. And I get warm milo an hour after every meal!! Where to find hospital like this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lotsa thanks to Sue Ling, Ming Yang, Melvin, Darlene, Teresa, JC, Joyce, Weng Fu, Sin ling, Vjean and all my friends who sms and called. Have to thanks Nick as well eventhough I din receive your sms, I think something is wrong with either DIGI or MAXIS at that time. But I really appreciate it la.. haha Thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Looking forward to the follow up visit on the 7th~~ hohohoh&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/29434386-5981772856979699134?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5981772856979699134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=5981772856979699134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5981772856979699134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/5981772856979699134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/12/dengue.html' title='Dengue!'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116462582503162454</id><published>2006-11-27T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:10:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Since my twins tagged me, and here comes the reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Jobs I think I would stink at:&lt;br /&gt;1. Teacher *who knows I might be the first to fall asleep instead of my students*&lt;br /&gt;2. Bungee jumper *afraid of heights*&lt;br /&gt;3. Fisherman *don't think i can wake up that early*&lt;br /&gt;4. Doctor *Afraid of blood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four pretend nicknames I am making up for myself:&lt;br /&gt;1. Genius~~~&lt;br /&gt;2. Also Genius~~~&lt;br /&gt;3. cant think of any already.. *mwahahahhahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I've watched over and over and not fall asleep:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fight Back To School Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;2. Back To The Future Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;3. American Pie's&lt;br /&gt;4. Kung Fu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Things I like to do on weekends:&lt;br /&gt;1. CHEAT!&lt;br /&gt;2. Kap chix at !u&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. Do Assignments~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Alchoholic drinks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dannie Dont Drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Things I couldn't live without:&lt;br /&gt;1. Good food&lt;br /&gt;2. Enough Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. computer&lt;br /&gt;4. Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favourite food:&lt;br /&gt;1. Garlic Cheese Naan from Williams&lt;br /&gt;2. Thosai Masala&lt;br /&gt;3. Bak Kut Teh&lt;br /&gt;4. Fish and Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Penang&lt;br /&gt;2. Redang&lt;br /&gt;3. Perhentian&lt;br /&gt;4. Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116462582503162454?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116462582503162454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116462582503162454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116462582503162454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116462582503162454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged?'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116419571036075299</id><published>2006-11-22T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:41:50.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dreams is what we grew out from and yet we try so hard to achieve what we dreamt of when we were younger. Very often, we dreamt of being a pop star, and being famous for some reason and ofcourse. it sounds funny as we are all adults now.A dream is what pushed you further and not something and pull you back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dreams, I used to dream alot and I really mean it. I dreamt of becoming a super duper chef that actually cooks for people I cared and loved. *I can cook* Other than the chef, I wanted to be a super duper lawyer that helps poor people to sue rich people. *found out that law is too easy for me to fall asleep* And so, I have decided on this dream and that is a Sleeper/Dreamer that helps construct other's dream while I am sleeping. Make people feel nice and happy after a stressful day and love the next day. See.. I sleep for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that not many people reads my blog other than friends, mind sharing what's your dreams? From the past as well.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116419571036075299?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116419571036075299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116419571036075299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116419571036075299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116419571036075299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/11/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116334161471429926</id><published>2006-11-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:26:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every once in a while, I listen to songs that I think suits my feeling at that time. For the time being, its Nicholas Teo's Tears From Polaris. I felt lost somehow, not knowing what my life have for me in the future. Not knowing what to do and not knowing how to react on certain issues. I have always done things at the eleventh hour eventhough I know that its not appropriate but I tend to slack alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time, I thought of taking up martial arts but ended up in the gym. I thought of working hard during the national exam periods such as SPM and STPM but then I slacked off once again. However, I am very lucky to actually land myself in Form6 and getting a seat in UTAR eventually. I guess heaven is on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been lucky and nothing bad seems to happen to me, but as the old folks says, "Luck do not stay forever" and I believe it. Although I have been really lucky at times, but I feel miserable at times too. But heaven rewarded me with a mask that hides things deep inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends comes and goes and yet some stays in your heart. I have lots of friend who gave me their support and yet they dont know about it. =P Being too laid back and playful makes me feels comfortable but we live less than 100years and why should we spend most of it working our shits out just to please the 6sins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need now is a trigger to work hard and sleep less atleast till I get a degree and then, Its time to enjoy life once again.. Trigger.. where art thou?&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/29434386-116334161471429926?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116334161471429926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116334161471429926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116334161471429926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116334161471429926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/11/missing-touch.html' title='The Missing Touch'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116308887070404202</id><published>2006-11-10T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:14:30.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Lost Post</title><content type='html'>This is a post that i forgot to post. Not that I have been too busy but too lazy to blog. Anyway, I got a free haircut today at my friend's place and its quite good. But I have to travel all the way to KL but atleast we get to have a mini gathering la. I actually got lost on my way there, I ended up at The Mines instead of Taman Tasik Selatan which is quite far apart. Thanks to the friendly tol fella, I managed to get to my destination without much hassle later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually nothing much happens this few days apart from Ming Yang's Belated birthday dinner and JC's Guess Model Search thingy. Travel alot this few days and I actually got tired of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Michelle,&lt;br /&gt;I update edi.. but too tired to think la.. so u settle with it la har? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116308887070404202?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116308887070404202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116308887070404202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116308887070404202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116308887070404202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-lost-post.html' title='Long Lost Post'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116229356724447258</id><published>2006-10-31T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:19:27.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Classic From MeatLoaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwH7si_uNwY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwH7si_uNwY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116229356724447258?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116229356724447258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116229356724447258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116229356724447258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116229356724447258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/10/classic-from-meatloaf.html' title='A Classic From MeatLoaf'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116177977927775204</id><published>2006-10-25T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T20:36:19.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As I mentioned in the previous post, I was on my way to KB, Kelantan but as we were on our way to Kelantan. We encountered the longest traffic jam I have ever seen and we decided to stop by at Ipoh. Althought we did not get our hands on the famouse Chicken rice but we did tried something that we never try before here in KL. Then we decided to go to Kulim, Kedah instead of KB. Kulim is also the hometown of my friend VJean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Kulim, it serves as a hostel to us as it is onli 30minutes to Penang, which is our 2nd destination. We had our dinner at some restaurant in Kulim before heading home to sleep and prepare for our one day trip in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didnt take us more than 30minutes to reach Penang. Our first stop in Penang is actually some dim sum hawker centre called Red Tea Dim Sum with our guide aka VJean's friend Seang. The dim sum is damn good and its damn cheap. Cost us less than Rm40 for 6person!&lt;br /&gt;After dim sum, we visited kek Lok Si and looked at turtles while climbing up those stairs. We failed to reach the top as we got lost midway and we feel that the scent of asam laksa is near. We were brought to a street where we spent atleast an hour waiting for a Char Keow Teow which is quite nice but seriously not worth the wait but the Oh-Jian and Asam/Siam Laksa is good.&lt;br /&gt;After everything and its not even 4pm so we went to Batu Ferringhi to walk around and let the winds of ocean greet us. We did went for a swim and built a sand turtle with limbs of different lengths. We did not stay for long because it began to rain so we gotta leave and Seang guided us back to the Penang Bridge with his soaked shirts and pants. Thx dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting back to Kulim for our stay, we rest for a day before we began our hectic journey back to Kl via Ipoh once again. We bought some Heong Peng and Tau Sar Peng as souvenirs but Weng Fu got something extra which is Yim Guk Gai aka Salt baked chicken. Then after 2 games of bowling at Ipoh Parade and late lunch at some shop, we left Ipoh and head back to KL. But as usuall, the traffic jam greets us with his shiny smile and I slept all the way back! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Vjean for his dad's Naza Ria and Kulim's stay, and not forgetting our fellow friends, Weng Fu, Elin and Pauline. Its a nice trip indeed. Pics are to be uploaded as soon as I gets them from Weng Fu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116177977927775204?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116177977927775204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116177977927775204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116177977927775204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116177977927775204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip.html' title='The Trip'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116134262987048736</id><published>2006-10-20T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:10:29.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Kota Bharu, Kelantan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am looking forward to this trip tomorrow, hopefully the Balik-Kampung gang wont keep the highway packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelantan is an Islamic state in Malaysia with every form of entertainment is forbade by the state government. Cinema also don't have!!!! But based on facts from our beloved friends from KB, there's a variety of good food in KB starting from local malay cuisine to foreign Thai cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an effect of my strict diet, I am gonna stop celebating for a few days due to this Trip.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kelantan here I come~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116134262987048736?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116134262987048736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116134262987048736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116134262987048736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116134262987048736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip-to-kota-bharu-kelantan.html' title='Trip to Kota Bharu, Kelantan'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116119026989945307</id><published>2006-10-19T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:51:09.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Refering to my 30th post which includes a video featuring some dude giving free hugs to promote peace in Australia, there's this dude in Korea who actually did the same video in Korea after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen if somebody in Malaysia is brave enough to do the same thing? Most people probably think that since its free then we should take it since its Malaysians prefers free stuff over paid stuff. And even discounted hugs! Michelle.. you wanna try this in UTAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Korean guy is pretty daring I must say, although the song is the same but I think its worth watching. Enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKILQPBcVTI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKILQPBcVTI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116119026989945307?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116119026989945307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116119026989945307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116119026989945307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116119026989945307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/10/free-hugs.html' title='Free Hugs'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116118618525064287</id><published>2006-10-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:43:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;After 3 whole weeks of working at my gym with much dieting and working out, I discovered that I lost a few pounds after celebating. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go kap other people's blog which is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chingwuen.blogspot.com"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://yeemei86.blogspot.com"&gt;Joyce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://kennysia.com"&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelestrix.blogspot.com"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Michelle is one of my siamese twins in UTAR as I think we are pretty much the same for being stupid but I think I am the smarter one la. *Michelle don kill me pwease*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce is my course-mate in UTAR and one of the finalist for UTAR Ball 2006 but she is white-7 la.. Is she the Beckam of UTAR? They shared the same number anyway. She feeds cheese to her dog, Jack and makes her male dog looks like a female dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny Sia is famouse, who don't know him? His posts are funny to read as it reflects on our Malaysian community and it can actually cheer you up when you are not in the mood. And he conducts some competition for you to win stuff such as Handphone and Shoe. Good eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel is a leng lui who posted me post cards from England and she has extremely good taste for music. I get to know Michael Buble after visiting her blog for some time. Her blog is very funny and very the liu-liu. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, post for nuts only.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Michelle you are damn lucky la, all my friends didnt bring their camera when we buffet'd at Shogun! But I bet u felt those oyster and crabs and sushis and cheese-rolled-in-hams and ICECREAMS down your stomach hor? ngek ngek ngek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116118618525064287?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116118618525064287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116118618525064287' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116118618525064287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116118618525064287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-random-post.html' title='Some Random Post'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116085136705166751</id><published>2006-10-15T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T02:42:47.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved Lunches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/1600/CIMG2450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/320/CIMG2450.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Legendary Chiken Breast which is high in protein and low in fat. I take only some bread and potatoes or Vege with it. Seriously hard to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/1600/CIMG2451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/320/CIMG2451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the vegetables that I eat along side those dry chicken breast. Look fresh right? I choose myself at the Pasar Malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  And last but not least, *jeng jeng jeng jeng~~~~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/1600/CIMG2446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/320/CIMG2446.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is my Beloved Cookies and cream flavored Whey Protein Shake. Tastes extremly good with HL milk. hehehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116085136705166751?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116085136705166751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116085136705166751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116085136705166751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116085136705166751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-beloved-lunches.html' title='My Beloved Lunches'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116042115063537444</id><published>2006-10-10T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:24:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 30th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Stopping by once in a while to share love among one and another,&lt;br /&gt;Although this doesn't happen all the time in the society,&lt;br /&gt;But take your time and love everyone you care or you do not care.&lt;br /&gt;Love is what it takes!&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the video below, and think for a minute and enjoy the song as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116042115063537444?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116042115063537444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116042115063537444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116042115063537444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116042115063537444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-30th-post.html' title='My 30th Post'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116032643989866150</id><published>2006-10-09T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:53:59.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;After another week of hardworking and dieting, I decided to give myself a treat on this very wonderful Sunday. I started the day with a breakfast at Subway OneUtama where I had a wonderful Turkey Breast Sandwich and 2 cookies which makes me drool till now. I saw Kong there with his wife and son but they were on their way to watch Rob-B-Hood but I watched already anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my stints at Subway, I went to the cinema to catch Zoom which is about an ex-superhero training new superheroes. Even with the not so interesting story line, I managed to get a good laugh as Tim Allen can really make some funny moves/jokes. After the movie, I went to McD's for their Grill Chicken Foldover which is perfect as I haven't taste it for months and it still taste good but they dont keep it bulky anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked around OneUtama till we finally get tired and decided to head home. Just as you thought that everythig is over, I have pasarmalam in a few minutes. Eat damn alot of different stuff there and bought some lettuce and tomatoes for my lunches for the week. Bought some DVDs(pirated) to watch at home but I did not take dinner because I am still full from all my wonderful Cheats I had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to sleep inorder to get full recovery. Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116032643989866150?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116032643989866150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116032643989866150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116032643989866150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116032643989866150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/10/wonderful-sunday.html' title='Wonderful Sunday'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116014752811765611</id><published>2006-10-06T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:12:08.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JC's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the 5th of October, which is our UTAR Prom King's 22nd Birthday. We did celebrate with him at KimGary MidValley where JC's Girlfriend Teresa(Prom Queen), Jansen(FAM Finalist), Joyce(FAS Finalist), Nick(FAS Finalist) and me(kelefair) attended. I feel honoured because they actually asked me to come along. You know la, all handsome and pretty but I memalukan only. Thanks alot guys~ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived on time but everyone was late but I spent my time wisely at the newly opened Timberland boutique at MV where I saw Michael, and MPH bookstores on the America Version of Men's Health. Then JC arrived with his girlfriend and we talked about how to get him bigger and fitter for his future. Then Nick arrived with a misscall on my phone and we grab our seats in the cafe/restaurant. And then we continued to talk about diets, supplements and exercises until the arrival of Teresa and Jansen. Joyce came late because she needs to get her cough syrups from Watson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then evil Teresa and Jansen have to start talking about the pics taken in Genting where my lips looks thick! And they called it sausage lips *in tears* so mean hor, then  Nick just have to add in while JC and his GF laugh all the way. Angelina Jolie also have Sausage-lips mar and yet she is so famous. Atleast better than Ape-faced or Horse-faced right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take pics of JC's cutting his cakes and removing the candles using his mouth and we did have a good laugh as he was doing it. Then Joyce need to leave after we eat the cake but the rest stayed to talk for abit until we decided to leave. JC is so kind to offer me a ride home after he knew that I did not drive that night. hehe Thanks JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when we will go out once again and laugh our @$$ off. Ciao&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/29434386-116014752811765611?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116014752811765611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116014752811765611' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116014752811765611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116014752811765611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/10/jcs-birthday.html' title='JC&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-116014619920675177</id><published>2006-10-06T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:49:59.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First 2 Weeks of "Hardwork"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you actually read my previous post, you will know that I am currently working in a gym aka Penjaga Gym. I get to work out for free and get paid for sitting and talking and lazing around, not to mention that the pay is quite good also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me personally, I am huge/fat/big or whatever you call it. So I decided to diet as the 3months holidays is on. I decided to go on a diet of chicken breast, whole wheat bread, protein shakes and egg whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diets sucks as I am an avid food lover/taker.  Imagine all the good stuff at the local mamaks which is Murni's, William's and IndonMie! How could I survive atleast 3months??? well i survived the first 2 weeks but I am starting to get bored with dry chicken breast. But atleast i lost 3kgs for the first 2 weeks and I did get some leaner muscles at the same time. Need to do higher reps and more sets in the weeks to come. Boosting my stamina at the same time because Mun yew says I am Fei Kei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God I have some pretty well tasted protein shakes to accomodate my hunger for snacks. I bought a new Whey from OptimumNutritions at RM180 which I thinks is quite a bargain. Now i have 2 flavor, one is chocolate(double riched chocolate) and the other one is Cookies and Cream(taste extremely good with HL milk). Guess I am not so unlucky after all rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel leng lui, Thanks for your postcard.. I got it already but too busy working to let u know. Thanks ya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-116014619920675177?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/116014619920675177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=116014619920675177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116014619920675177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/116014619920675177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-2-weeks-of-hardwork.html' title='First 2 Weeks of &quot;Hardwork&quot;'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115936842472483538</id><published>2006-09-27T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:47:04.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Work Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now that my semester break of 3months had just began, I decided to get a job. Without much effort, I manage to get a job at my gym and gym keeper during the day and sometimes at night also. Other that working out for free, I get to waste my time there and get paid for doing so. Nice rite? Where to get job like this? Its perfect as I am on a diet as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/1600/CIMG2271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/320/CIMG2271.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the weight area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/1600/CIMG2273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/320/CIMG2273.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where most of the machine are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I forgot about the cardio section. Oh well, anyway if any of you is interested to look around or visit me. My gym is located above Nasi Kandar Pelita ss2.&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/29434386-115936842472483538?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115936842472483538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115936842472483538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115936842472483538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115936842472483538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-work-place.html' title='My Work Place'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115866022475610549</id><published>2006-09-19T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:03:44.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sekinchan Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For those who dont know where is Sekinchan, it is situated next to Kuala Selangor. Sekinchan is famous for its Padi fields, seafoods, and also FRUITS. My friends Vee Jean aka driver, Elin, Weng Fu from UTAR FAM and Pauline UTAR FICT came to my house to pick me up after my last paper which is introduction to chinese language. We reach Sekinchan at 7pm in Vee Jean's Naza Ria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We lepak around untill Yee San meet up with us before heading to a steamboat restaurant. It wasn't that good but we were extremely hungry so we think its nice. We walked around the area where a temple is having some event going on with a dinner where 60% of the village attended and so chinese opera troupe from China. Then we had some nice ice cream before heading back to Elin's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elin's mom bought something for us to eat while we were playing PS2 and talking the whole night before sleeping. But we are prepared for the big day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a fruit plantation owned by a friend of Elin's to have a look at super giant mangoes and pineapple. It looked real huge but they say its small and i dont know why. We tapao lots of fruits back to KL to enjoy, leaving Elin's friend in tears thinking that her mangoes are now gone. Then i need to get ready for the genting trip with UTAR ball fellas on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115866022475610549?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115866022475610549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115866022475610549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115866022475610549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115866022475610549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/09/sekinchan-trip.html' title='Sekinchan Trip'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115823678000043579</id><published>2006-09-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:26:21.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of Finals</title><content type='html'>After tomorrow's exam, then it wont be long before the last paper which is on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;and that is when I will be totally relaxed and no more mental stress building up in my&lt;br /&gt;mind anymore. *ehehe* But it will be hard to finish tomorrow's exam which is Pengajian Malaysia, I have no idea why would they want us to do this sub. I know that they want &lt;br /&gt;the citizens of Malaysia to know our history and our policies but this is too much. Who&lt;br /&gt;can tahan la? class is too boring, lecturer is ok but she chose the wrong sub to teach &lt;br /&gt;and everything is in BM. How to read? Got used to english already and now have to turn&lt;br /&gt;back to BM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now no mood to study at all, maybe i should've paid attention while Ms. Fatimah was teaching then maybe I can manage to understand abit. Luckily LAN subs doesnt count in &lt;br /&gt;CGPA or else I am better off dead. *FAINT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go back to study, it wont be long before the sem break begins. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115823678000043579?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115823678000043579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115823678000043579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115823678000043579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115823678000043579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/09/end-of-finals.html' title='The End Of Finals'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115799743260480116</id><published>2006-09-12T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:57:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Buble's You Don't Know Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SS7GFnHhBCM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SS7GFnHhBCM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115799743260480116?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115799743260480116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115799743260480116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115799743260480116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115799743260480116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/09/michael-bubles-you-dont-know-me.html' title='Michael Buble&apos;s You Don&apos;t Know Me'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115799352654747908</id><published>2006-09-12T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:52:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well when people cannot fall asleep, they resort to meditations, relaxation methods, and also sleeping pills. I forgot what they call it already as I dont use that term very often because it doesnt really happen to me. But I have another serious problem which is sleeping all the time for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People sleep for a reason which is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;They need rest&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;They are sleepy&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;They got nothing better to do&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But when I sleeps in CLASS, I do not meet any of the criteria listed above. Up to now, I realise that I never fail to sleep in lectures and certain tutorials in my university. Some other lecturers and tutors know me from their colleague as an avid sleeper. And my fellow uni-mates such as Michelle, Qian Hui, Issac, Joyce and lots more, complained about me sleeping in class. At first I thought it wasnt anything big but unfortunately it proves me wrong during the on-going finals. I understand the facts but I cant seems to remember the key words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is that I simply dont know why I fell asleep during class. How? Actually I did not intend to sleep in class but I simply feel sleepy when the lecturer speaks or it happens naturally. Anyone know any remedy for such situation? I tried coffee and it doesnt works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my pre new year resolution is to solve my sleeping problem and study hard for my course which is exactly what I wanted as it has no formulas for me to remember and practice. Woot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115799352654747908?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115799352654747908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115799352654747908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115799352654747908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115799352654747908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/09/pre-new-year-resolution.html' title='Pre-New Year Resolution'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115787935452921451</id><published>2006-09-10T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:09:14.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Tanks Part 2</title><content type='html'>After my parents got back from Thailand, I thought my dad will be cleaning the fish tanks on his own once again means no more hassles for me. But ever since he got back from Thailand, he has yet to clean the fish tanks and you can actually the FarnSi turn gloomy for 2 weeks already. Then my dad requested for a cleaning service from the family's unofficial free maid(me). As usual, I make him clean himself but this time he gave me lots lots lots of excuses.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Eh, later help me clean the fish tanks can ar?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Its your fish leh.. not mine..&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Help abit la.. you know la.. I am quite busy these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Me : You where got busy? You busy watching VCD last night.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I dont care la.. you clean it for me ok? I need to go out already.&lt;br /&gt;Me : ..........&lt;br /&gt;*Dad rushing to his car and drove off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did not bother as I have a study group with my IT tutor in like 30minutes. I came back after dinner at Strangers which is a steamboat buffet restaurant. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Eh you dint clean the aquarium la.. *looks at the gloomy fish of his*&lt;br /&gt;Me : I not free la.. I am studying..after my exam ends then I help you.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Later he die la how?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Where got so easy die oh?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ok la.. I pay you RM50 if you clean it today.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Eh.. talking about money.. you still owe me my pocket money for this month and its half                way through the month already leh...&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Yakah? haha I give you on monday ok? So clean my fish tanks laaa...ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me : .....................&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Deal? ok deal..*rush of to his car and drove off again*&lt;br /&gt;Me : ....................*for the sake of pocket money and RM50*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, now I am officially the family's maid already and they say I got pampered as I am the only son. Chee Tiong, I know I still owe you Rm25 for the steamboat. haha I wont be able to pay you until Monday. Sorry for you lor.. *shining puppy eyes* hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to torture the fishes.. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115787935452921451?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115787935452921451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115787935452921451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115787935452921451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115787935452921451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/09/fish-tanks-part-2.html' title='Fish Tanks Part 2'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115738777602925451</id><published>2006-09-05T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T00:36:16.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was 10 when I saw him. He looks familiar but I had no idea when I met him before. I smiled at him but he looked at me with anger in his eyes. And so I asked why is he giving me a stare like that. He answered with an innocent child liked voice and it put me into tears. He told me what I was when I was 10, what I did when I was 10 and who am I when I was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash backs occurs withing the shallow mind of mine. Every moment of my life just through within a blink of eye. And then he asked, "Have you realise your mistakes?" Yes, I answered without hesitation. He then gave me a smile and left right infront of me, just like when the fog meets the sun. It feels almost like a dream but the flash backs are so real and those eyes of anger and smiles that reaches my heart feels like everything but a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few minutes later, I shut my eyes hoping to see that kid once more but after several attempts I failed. All I see with my eyes closed are nothing but total darkness, I couldn't see the kid anymore but I felt his presence deep inside me as if he is a part of me. Then, I heard his voice once again and he said this to me, "No matter how hard you tried, you will not be able to see me as I am part of you and you are part of me" then his voice faded slowly as he repeats the phrase continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like it is my innerself trying to wake me up and bring me back to the right path. The path that was chosen by earlier is a mistake? This question makes me wander to every part of my world as I try to figure out the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything put me in the ocean of questions, why is this happening to me? It feels almost like the past came back to haunt me when I am not well aware of it. It did wakes me up from my dream atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is dream and reality? Are there any differences? Can you say a dream is not reality? or you can say reality is not a dream?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115738777602925451?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115738777602925451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115738777602925451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115738777602925451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115738777602925451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/09/child.html' title='The Child'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115687303206633262</id><published>2006-08-30T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:42:13.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Internet for atleast 3Weeks!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Argh!!! My dad decide not to pay for the internet bill due to my incoming exam and it got disconnected by those TM fellas. Damn shit la.. when you need something, they don give you immediately but when you dont pay on time then they disconnects you immediately. WTF is this?? all they do is crapping all the time and they are not efficient at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And sometimes their connections are not as fast as they aclaimed. I mean when u pay RM88 for a 1mbps connections and they give u only around half of your supposed connection speed. It's like paying for something that you dont actually use lorr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No internet means no:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MSN chat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blogging and kap other people's blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reading Chinese Magical novels(they ae nice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Playing &lt;a href="http://www.nationstates.net"&gt;NationStates&lt;/a&gt; everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last but not least, friendster but it doesnt matter anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;How am I gonna survive this few weeks? I mean I need to release stress by reading stories la.. I wonder when they will give us free internet connections at home. *hmmm* Hopefully sometime is the near future la.. Dumb ass TM net&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115687303206633262?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115687303206633262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115687303206633262' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115687303206633262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115687303206633262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-internet-for-atleast-3weeks.html' title='No Internet for atleast 3Weeks!!!!'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115661468082160188</id><published>2006-08-27T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:51:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eason Chan "Get A Life" Concert In Malaysia 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, I got a ticket from Gen Tak for FREE! coz he was ffk'd by someone. *wink wink* And so we go to Bukit Jalil to see Eason Chan's Get A Life Concert in Malaysia 2006 with a hope of enjoy screaming and shouting during the night. As a so-so fan of Eason Chan, I didnt really enjoy the concert and so does Gen Tak(hardcore fan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert started on time at 8.00pm but we were sitting at the far back and the seats are so small that we could barely fit well in it. But as usual, there were alot of pretty girls around haha but the person to look at this time is Eason Chan. I think the theme is about monsters, coz there's alot of monters popping out during the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with Eason Chan coming from the bottom of the stage via some rising platform singing a song which I do not know. And the first 30minutes of the concert really sucked and very boring. There were monsters coming out of no where and they began dancing around with Eason Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, It got abit interesting as the crowd are getting excited with the songs which is abit fast on the tempo but it got boring after some song. And that's when Eason Chan greets the crowd, and he did receive a big round of applause and screams from the fanatics where he actually waits till everyone got tired before starting his speech. Right after his speech, the songs are getting better and better with the crowd getting crazy over him and his dancers. *wink wink* Most of the songs are from his older albums and only a few is from his latest album. I yawned a few times during the concert and some fanatics actually stares at me for yawning. I did nothing wrong wat.. it was boring mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the last costume, everyone thought it was over because it took him very long to change and then everybody screamed "encore, encore" then he came out saying that it is not over yet and the reason that his costume is harder to put on so it requires more time. Then he sang a few popular song such as "ming nin kam yat, and sat min mai fuk" I liked sat min mai fuk and ming nin kam yat. Used to sing both songs during my karaoke sessions. After the final song where he left for the backstage, people starts shouting encore again but this time he left for real because we stayed there for an extra 30minutes and saw his van leaving. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole concert is not really bad but just not up to my expectation because alot of people complemented and I thought it would be nice. But its not a bad experience for me as I never been to any concert before. hehe =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115661468082160188?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115661468082160188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115661468082160188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115661468082160188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115661468082160188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/eason-chan-get-life-concert-in.html' title='Eason Chan &quot;Get A Life&quot; Concert In Malaysia 2006'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115625792972233759</id><published>2006-08-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:45:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are so many things in life whether its according to your likings or againts your will, but still we have to accept what is given to us by the higher being living among us or in a another dimension. We are part of the higher being but we have yet to achieve enlightenment therefore we are required to learn things we can never learn in spirit form, that is why we came to live in human body to feel pain, anger, sadness, happiness, and also to encounter a series of event that we have never encounter or experience in our past lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the book, Many Lives, Many Master by Brian L. Weiss. Everyone around us are our master in our lives, our parents, siblings, friends, rivals, and even enemies crosses our lives so many times that we do not know about it. We play a different role every lives and apporached by different situation in every lives. From the book, I have learnt that everything that happens in our lives actually makes us more mature and provides us with greater knowledge and experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often miss certain experience such as tsunami, earth quakes, fires, and lots of other events happening around the world every second but we may have already experience it in our previous lives. We may have encountered difficulties that appears to be an obstacle in our current life but I am sure that it wont be an obstacle anymore in later part of our lives nor the incoming life. So why bother when you hit an obstacle? We should take the opportunity and learn from it, learn how to cope with it and learn how to get over it. And not sit there and cry like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, finals is a major obstacle... shit.. go study la.. haih.. ciao.. hopefully no more finals in the later part or the next life of mine... Buddha bless me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115625792972233759?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115625792972233759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115625792972233759' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115625792972233759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115625792972233759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/lessons-in-life.html' title='Lessons in Life'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115606474288754809</id><published>2006-08-20T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T17:05:42.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish Tanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Its Sunday and I am all alone at home and accidently promised my dad change the water is his fish tanks which has 2 flower horns in it. My father named them after some dog's name but I gave name a new life by giving them names which suits them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish No.1 is called FarnSi aka potato which only know how to eat and throw tantrums. Unbelieveable right? Fish also know how to throw tantrums. If u forget to feed FarnSi, it will flip around and makes sure u notice that he is hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish No.2 is called SuiZhai aka Sicko which only know how to head bang whenever anyone walks near the tank except if your holding it's worms. Weird right? I wonder if I bring him to some lala clubs and I think he will head bang all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the years that they lay their fins in my house, I figured out that they are damn spoilt and who's fault is it? My beloved dad's la ofcoz, the 2 fella manja abit then ask me to help him clean the fish tanks edi. He treats them better than he treats me laa.. haha jkjk.. And i actually manage to blog whilst filling the tanks up with water. Geng rite? haha too bad that I cant post their pictures here as I do not have any camera at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, overflow edi.. *faints* ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115606474288754809?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115606474288754809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115606474288754809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115606474288754809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115606474288754809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/fish-tanks.html' title='Fish Tanks'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115599621938256414</id><published>2006-08-19T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:07:42.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day after Presentations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like every other students, I tend to get very nervous at my very first presentation which is English. Mr. David was being very kind to guide me last minute as I was quite confused on how to end the presentation as I am the last presenter. But thank Buddha that everything went well other than some certain incidents that happen before the presentation. Me, Michelle and Issac got nervous when we were talking and it actually dragged the presentation when someone was presenting while looking at his/her notes every 2seconds. Luckily we managed to finish it with 30seconds before Eugene aka Superman rings the bell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And thanks to the presentations, I cannot make the trip to Thailand with my parents and gotta rot at home for 3 days. I still remember the smile on their faces when they were about to leave and say they will eat on my behalf. I cant stop salivating after I imagine myself eating tom yums, crispy pig "paws", Ginko desserts and that weird looking blue colored rice in that cosy restaurant. Damn, I hate presentations man.. Could have enjoy the food in Thailand instead of blogging at this hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Atleast I get the TV and the whole house for myself which I think its quite nice. Finally get to watch those DVDs that I bought but cannot watch due to overpossesiveness of my mother. Camped infront of my tv for 2 days in a row but then they are coming back already. Hopefully they buy stuff according to my likings and not their's. Oh well, gotta catch "Cars" on DVD, yes, the cinema stopped playing it already but I havent watch.. Ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115599621938256414?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115599621938256414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115599621938256414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115599621938256414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115599621938256414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-after-presentations.html' title='The Day after Presentations'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115573983084300871</id><published>2006-08-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:50:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After I looked into the past and looking into our current situatuion, I finally realised one thing which is politics among friends. After spending some time working and most of my life schooling, the phoenomena of politics is quite common among everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, is the time when i was working. There was this malay fella who irritates everyone at the counter and even my friends at the boutique, he stabs each of our back and nicely smile at us like he is a cute little angel. *no discriminations towards the malays* I wonder how people stands his stupid attitude but in the end he left the company and everyone was happy! woot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was schooling time la... not to mention bout high school time when we are in societies and hunger for power. I still find it funny as we were still young and immature back then. But it was really fun to fight among each other but can still be like friends after club activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally thought this would come to an end but it happens once more when I was doing my STPM in TARC. There was this guy who can really make up stories and spoils the image of me and my friends who actually treats him sincerely but he actually make use of us. He tells everybody his version of stories and we became the victim but thank god that we actually manage to clear the water with our proof and support from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got into UTAR with the hope of none of this will happen again, and yet god played a joke on me by letting it happen again and this time it involves lots of people. I wonder why do I have to go through such situations but I gotta admit that it actually helps in making me a mature human being. There's this guy who like to brag and boast about anything he has and not to forget his beloved gf who actually backstabs. My siamese twins actually was a good friend of her's until she turn her table on her which I think its totally unforgiveable. I mean how could someone do this when the victims are actually treating her as part of their lives??? This is weird from what I encountered lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular individuals have been an ignorant of her own assignments and presentation and she expects everything is ready for her when she needs it. She don even need to fork out any effort but she complains of everything. And before i forget about her bf, he is also making everyone's lives difficult with his "ethiques" which I don think any elaboration is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is life rite? We gotta go through everything and anything to make a lesson out of everything we encoutered but friends are also essential in building our lives towards a better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A Tribute to my fellow UTARians and My beloved Siamese Twins on the head and on the waist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115573983084300871?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115573983084300871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115573983084300871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115573983084300871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115573983084300871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115556353599462162</id><published>2006-08-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:55:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tooth of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Speaking of wisdom tooth, my good friend Mr Ian Ong Chun Hung's is bleeding like tap with his missing wisdom tooth. Tonight, he was complaining about his beloved wisdom tooth being removed by a sexy dentist but instead of a bleeding nose, he gets a bleeding wisdom tooth hole. Usually it takes 3 hours to stop the bleeding but in his case, it was double or more. I was wondering wheter he feels like a vampire or not but i kena sound by him because he says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ian Ong: F*cker My own blood! Later I die edi how?&lt;br /&gt;Dannie        : *it wont be bad oso mar.. atleast its still blood wor*(thinking clouds)&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ian Ong: Later cannot sleep oso. Bleed kao in my mouth then drown.&lt;br /&gt;Dannie        : You think too much edi laaaa. Now i got stuff to write in my blog edi which is u&lt;br /&gt;                       getting drowned in ur sleep with ur blood from ur WT slot into ur mouth. First in&lt;br /&gt;                      history wei..&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ian Ong:So shuang to blog?&lt;br /&gt;Dannie         : too bad u got no picture to let me post on it to let ppl see.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ian Ong: ........... zienz i wanna go read book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah.. then he left already with me still typing the blog. I wonder if he drowns tonight or actually becomes a vampire and haunt me instead? CHOI CHOI CHOI.. still July in the Lunar Calendar cannot simply say hehe. But with Mr Ian Ong's gay face, I really cant imagine his blood dripping of his mouth like a vampire la.. Oh well, hopefully he wont get drowned by his own blood flowing into his throat and drown him laa.. *Pray*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115556353599462162?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115556353599462162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115556353599462162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115556353599462162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115556353599462162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/tooth-of-wisdom.html' title='The Tooth of Wisdom'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115521467066327719</id><published>2006-08-10T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:57:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Mosquito Killing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As the raining season came back for this few months, I somehow realise that our good friends, The Mosquitoes are back and they will not leave till they get their share. Usually we will look for alternatives to get rid of our good friends using :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Shieldtox (currently ranked no.1 as mosquito spray)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mosquito Coil (so called useful but the smells sucks)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Aroma Therapy (I think it works la but expensive, might as well get shieltox)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Electric Badminton Racquet look alike thingy (quite useful if you know how to use)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; And so with such equipments, I came up with a few techniques of killing mosquitoes and somehow find it quite useful and painless (for us la not the mosquitoes). But my main purpose is to inflict pain on mosquitoes so that they wont reincarnate as mosquitoes again. *ngek ngek ngek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The First technique is Racquet Style which consists of only 3 moves which is Charge, Swing and Press. Charge, obviously you have to charge the battery before u use it right? Swing, in order to catch those pest in between the holes of the electric racquet thingy you need to swing at the right angle and power. And lastly, to PRESS and this is the most important step in the Racquet Style where the remains of the mozzi will end up in ashes accompanied by the zapping sound.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Next is Bottle Style but this is the easiest of all, all newbies can perform this style which consists of only 1 move which is Spray. Spray, by spraying from the right angle and the correct amount, mozzis can be killed instantly and most of the time you can kill a few at a same time. But we don go for such easy technique which does not test our skills at all.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Last but not least, the most powderful technique in history *drum rolls* The Flying Buddha Palm Style. This style is the hardest of all techniques which requires accuracy, strengh, agility, and the power of will. You have to hit the mozzis with your bare hands even if it is filled with bloods but you shall not fear as this is the time to pay back. First, you need to hit the target but make sure it is still alive and its still lives within your palm. (altho its a bit hard but it is the most powderful technique of all times mar so bare with it coz practice makes perfect) For your information, mozzi does crawls on their tiny feets so plug their wings off but do it gently as we don wanna kill them. Then you will see them crawling around but don stop just yet, plug the stinger and you will see it nodding it's head as if it is begging for mercy. Then your work is done as our motive in this Flying Buddha Palm style does not encourage killing so you can leave it to its final moments by leaving it to those cicaks.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; And so this is the 3 styles of mosquito killing, the hardest thing to do is actually keep it alive as you remove the stinger and the wings. Good luck in your training to be one of the best mosquito killers of all time. *bows*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115521467066327719?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115521467066327719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115521467066327719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115521467066327719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115521467066327719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/art-of-mosquito-killing.html' title='The Art of Mosquito Killing'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115487275392651071</id><published>2006-08-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:59:13.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentations and Incoming Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just as the semester is about to end, everyone have loads of presentations and not forgetting the finals on week 15. Cant really believe that time really flies during the time i had in UTAR with the new friends i have made and activities that I actually participated in such as the UTAR ball which helps me know alot more friends that actually have an impact in my life. As the first semester is bout to end but there is alot of things going on as well that requires lots and lots of time and effort but i believe it will all pay as it is part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's entry is kinda short as I got tired after walking around in 1U doing nuts. But it was a fruitful trip once again. till there is more interesting stuff to say.. Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115487275392651071?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115487275392651071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115487275392651071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115487275392651071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115487275392651071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/08/presentations-and-incoming-finals.html' title='Presentations and Incoming Finals'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115391458739854386</id><published>2006-07-26T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:14:21.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 9 years old Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I believe that everyone's time in their primary school time was quite fun right? Well, I had one fun one too but not only it was fun, it was weird too&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like every kid in Malaysia, I goes to the school in my bus and go class but there's something extra in my daily agenda which is kena cane. haha funny rite? Well, I am very lazy since I was Std1 untill now, never really touched my homeworks or school books and that time I am really the pain in the ass for all the teachers. But no matter how painful it is, I still go on as a happy go lucky kid as I do things I desire. Most of the teachers gave up on me while there are a few who kept trying. Then there is this replacement teacher from Johor which is called Mr Wong, he is a nice guy but he can really inflict pain on others with his faithful cane. haha but then things changes one day........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was having tuition near my house on that one fine day but I was there very early as my house is very near and so i embarked on a journey across the road to get myself some treats of candy which put my fellow classmates in a difficult situation which is "to buy or not to buy?" then i proudly volunteer myself to help them because they are afraid of cars. As i was crossing the road suddenly there is this one cute One tonne lorry who failed to see the tiny me at the beginning. Althought he stepped on the break hard enough but I still got hit and flew 6ft and landed right infront of the clinic and I realise that I might be dying because I don really feel pain and I thought my whole body is numbed. And weird things happen when the good'ol policemans appear like 1minute after me getting hit and bring me into the clinic but then they did not carry me the proper way la.. what if i broke my neck? will die one you know? But I still need to thank them for saving my life. Then i see the doctor and he smiled to me and say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doc : What is your name boy?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Dannie&lt;br /&gt;Doc : Do you feel any pain?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No wor, but my toe hurts&lt;br /&gt;Doc : *meraba here and there* Here pain or not?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Not pain wor...&lt;br /&gt;Doc : Then i settle your toe first la.. the skin came off..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Doctor don pull ok? very painful u know? *pushing him away*&lt;br /&gt;Doc : its ok one la.. *cuts using scisorrs and wrap with bandage* ok la.. you can go home already this time free for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : wah.. doctor you so good wor.. don tell my parents ok?&lt;br /&gt;Doc : ok.. I wont tell your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then my tuition teacher get me from the clinic and I also begged her not to tell my parents when she was sending me home. And so I went back home and tell my mom that i fell down and she believes it until that smart driver bring the policeman and visit me to check whether I was ok or not. There goes my perfect plan and my mom ended up crying and all, then i apologize and promise I wont do that again. Finally, my punishment is being barred from crossing the road alone for 3 whole years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lesson learnt is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not hide any unfortunate events from your parents, it hurts them more when they canot share with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not give your address to some evil doctor who eventually gives it to the policeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Look to your left and then right and left again before you cross the road.&lt;br 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115391458739854386?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115391458739854386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115391458739854386' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115391458739854386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115391458739854386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-9-years-old-childhood.html' title='My 9 years old Childhood'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115384028466070133</id><published>2006-07-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:14:54.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon at Cineleisure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went to Cineleisure on Sunday with Jenn Wei with the hope of going to break the Guiness World of Records of movie marathon for 72 hours non stop. We reached there at 11am and saw a line of people and I got worried as i might not be able to get the tix but Jenn Wei say sure can, so I go ahead and try my luck but then at the end of the day where the registration started I was number 102. I can feel the world coming on to me at that moment but then i can still see lights of home when there is one tix left and the person ahead of me is a pair of couple. *fingers crossed all the way* but then the girl sacrificed for the guy and let him have the tix while she sleeps at home when her bf suffers at the cinema alone. Oh well, fated already as i cannot get my hand on those tix. But Jenn Wei got his tix as he went register a day earlier with Benjamin and Lester. Best of luck to you guys and hopefully u guys can last till the end and treat me with your Rm10000 reward. sigh.. it was like gloomy sunday man.. but its ok.. next time we organize one more and break their record but need to find sponsors la.. haha&lt;br /&gt;signing off.. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115384028466070133?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115384028466070133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115384028466070133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115384028466070133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115384028466070133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/movie-marathon-at-cineleisure.html' title='Movie Marathon at Cineleisure'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115322597372394159</id><published>2006-07-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:32:53.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just realised something very sad thanks to Michelle, Qian Hui, Isaac and Koku. They told me that I have been sleeping in every single class there is. I was like so shocked to hear that lorr, honestly speaking I did concentrate in class but the problem is the room is too warm(warm = perfect temperature to fall asleep) and sometimes certain lecturers is too boring lor. Not my fault right? I have been listening to their lessons while in sleep also unless it's deep sleep mode la... The only lesson that I did not sleep at all is actually LAN!!!! Unbelieveable?? But it is actually thanks to me for sitting under the air-cond port or something.. damn cooling lorr.. Stayed up till class ended.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, after class I am damn semangat to do everything, I even added weight in gym for my legs work out. And still I dont feel tired at all after that, walked around before heading back with my aching thighs and hamstring. But then cannot achieve optimum result as I cannot take Amino Acid and protein shake this time because I am having sore throat lorr.. If i take Amino's then it will worsen my condition.. *sigh* have to drink alot of "wong lou kat leong cha" damn bitter lorr.. But gotta tahan till I finish the last drop or else it will not work wor.. that is what the aunty at the leong cha shop told me la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, since there's assignments to be prepared then I better go get my hands on them before it is too late. Lots of compliments to my evil self for making me lazy and not to forget our beloved tradition of completing stuffs last minute. Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115322597372394159?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115322597372394159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115322597372394159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115322597372394159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115322597372394159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/sleepy-day.html' title='Sleepy day'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115280164535588370</id><published>2006-07-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:40:45.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paths we will be taking very soon</title><content type='html'>While I was gazing into the blue sky in the morning, I talked to myself and asked why do we have to do so many things against our own will? Is it really our responsibility or it was merely an order? Although we are usually reluctant to do so but we were given no choice. How sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once saw a quote saying that "The path in front is always the easiest but you will never find yourself if you never take another path"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not understand it till today, we were stepping on the path that our parents prepared for us by doing what they want us to do but do we actually have the courage to take another path on ourselves and face unknown outcome? I believe we do learn from mistakes we made but could the lesson to much to be handled by us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to choose the path myself with my parents supporting me all the time but how about those who did not have the chance to make a choice? Everyone keeps saying that the world is not fair. But I believe that it is fair and no doubt about it, the theories of Tao actually tells us that everything happens in a circle. Everything changes and the only thing that remained unchanged is the fact that nothing stops changing. Therefore, fear not my friends, whatever u lose today, will be your gain one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the only son actually helps me thinks alot as I have nobody to share my thoughts with. As I am always making noise in class it does not means that I did it to get attention. Attentions to me, there are not wanted.. haha a little attention is good but too much is not really nice. I like to talk to certain people at times but sometimes I would rather keep quiet and think and understand the book I read earlier. Recently, I read a book from Adeline Yen Ma which is quite good as it really touches my heart and help me understands life the easy way. Don't wanna elaborate it here, gonna read it for a few more times as I actually discover new things as I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, tomorrow is PR midterm and I have yet to open the book for a short revision. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115280164535588370?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115280164535588370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115280164535588370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115280164535588370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115280164535588370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/paths-we-will-be-taking-very-soon.html' title='Paths we will be taking very soon'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115263634615480848</id><published>2006-07-12T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:45:46.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I am 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ahh.. Finally i reached the age of 20 where people of my age in certain coutries have already started working and getting their own family. But, now i am still studying and using my beloved parent's cash for my own survival. However, went to Woh Fung to have my dinner with my parents and another family friends of our's. Me and my mom actually shared the same birthday so lucky for my dad that he need not to bring us for some good dinners 2 times, he actually gets to save some good money man.. lol. Had some nice cakes tho.. it was strawberry mouse cake which quite good(not fattening) haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that night, Gen Tak, Yeong Peng, Jun Guang Benjamin and also Jenn Wei followed me to Mong Kok but kena rejected because the whole SS2 blacked out and so the crowd floods Mong Kok and those HK styled cafe. Lucky for us that we manage to get a place at Quan Yi La Mian which is situated at those shop houses behind Murni. It's kinda new as it was a few days from it's opening. The food there sucked where GenTak actually refused to eat the noodle he ordered while I gotta eat something which i did not order. Their service sucked big time as their waiter did not know what was the drinks they served and they got some old captain that dunno how to take orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jun Guang and Benjamin gotta go as they both gotta work the next day. Then we head to ESC to look for Jun Wei and Shyung they all as Jun Wei is working there while Shyung and gang is his customer. Did not stay there for long as there were no comps left for us. Then now feeling sleepy already. Not a bad birthday after all, my good'ol TARC friends coming to celebrate with me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115263634615480848?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115263634615480848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115263634615480848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115263634615480848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115263634615480848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-i-am-20.html' title='Finally I am 20'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115254151108647369</id><published>2006-07-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:25:11.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy vs France</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wow.. it was totally unbelieveable as the final match of the World Cup can be so boring. I actually fell asleep while watching. The first half was entertaining as Zidane scored the first goal via penalty from a dive by No.7 France but they did not laugh for long as Italy leveled after a header by Materazzi on the 19th minute. But that was it, nothing much happened after that other that a another similiar header by Materazzi but it was saved by Barthez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was second half where I started falling asleep occasionally until the red card by Zidane for headbutting someone. Man, that was so stupid of him to do that during the match atleast do it later la.. Cis.. Because of him getting sent off which means France's midfield is weaken as Viera was sub'ed. Thanks to Italy's power defence, extra time was granted and we gotta proceed to penalty shoot out as the extra time was boring as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffon was unlucky as he could not save any shots but thanks to a blunder by Trezeguet as the ball hits the crossbar. ngek ngek ngek.. But Barthez's arms were too short to save any shots. Lol but it was a happy ending for most of us as we wanted Italy to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the match, I did not sleep today as I gotta get myself a parking. Fell asleep in everybody's class and I am feeling guilty already. haha Now feeling sleepy again.. haha till then, Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115254151108647369?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115254151108647369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115254151108647369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115254151108647369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115254151108647369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/italy-vs-france.html' title='Italy vs France'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115236423933231912</id><published>2006-07-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:10:39.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neway Karaoke at One Utama New Wing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ah, after class today I went to One Utama to sing some song at the new Neway Karaoke thingy. I heard from my gym mate which is one of the renovator/carpenter who is working there, he described the place as if it is a palace or haven for any karaoke lover. So i gave it a try by asking my dear friends Gen Tak and Yeong Peng along to look at it. So after having lunch at PJ with my uni mates and we head straight to One Utama. But got stucked in the freakin jam and manage to reach there at 1347hours So we missed the lunch hour but took up the Happy Hour package instead at Rm22++ each. As a result of it, we are entitled to a set of lunch and a cup of drink. There were many choices for lunch such as Grilled Unagi Bento, Baby octopus salad, BBQ chicken pizza, and lots more because I cant really remember all of it as there are too many. Meanwhile their drinks have really fancy names such as Endless Love(a mixture of F&amp;amp;N strawberry and some unknown ingredients), Only You(another mixture of Ribena and some unknown ingredients), Neway's Specialty(a mixture of honew dew syrup and milk i think) and some others which i doubt the quality. But, I believe Karaoke go-ers don't go there just because of good foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that the foods are great but the atmosphere and the design of the rooms are magnificent. As told by my informer, there are around 70 rooms there or maybe 100 I cant remember with different themes each. Some is decorated with KL's night view and coloured theme, I guess you have to look at it yourself one by one to find out. Inside each rooms there are 34inches LCD screens and for big rooms they have 42inches Plasma screens to satisfy your needs. Not only the screens are nice, there are even toilets in every room, really clean toilets with everything you need(mirrors, toilet bowls, soap dispenser and TOILET PAPERS!). No doubt that Neway has one of the best facilities that any karaoke fans needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than facilities, room services are not bad but they are a little slow if your room is situated on another floor and their staffs are limited as I only see quite a few of them doing orders and getting bills. They explains everything from payments to lunch menu and drinks specialty. It is some good customer service compare to some other karaoke operators in the Klang Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The payments are reasonable, good services and fine facilities, and also some good food(not microwaved). What more can you expect from a karaoke operator? So, for those who lives around Damansara and Petaling Jaya, you need not to go Bukit Bintang or Cheras to let your voices be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115236423933231912?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115236423933231912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115236423933231912' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115236423933231912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115236423933231912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/neway-karaoke-at-one-utama-new-wing.html' title='Neway Karaoke at One Utama New Wing'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115229448296651382</id><published>2006-07-08T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:48:03.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup dillemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/1600/427118161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3136/320/427118161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Look, this is Arsenal's new jersey for season 2006/2007. As the new stadium is being sponsored by Fly Emirates so I guess Arsenal will be using this jersey for some time. It is kinda ironic as i dislikes Chelsea who bears Fly Emirates on their jersey before Samsung took over. Oh well, money matters the most in the football world this days. I still prefer the o2 jersey more than this Fly Emirates jersey. But if you want to compare with Manchester United, I believe Arsenal's jersey looks alot alot better than MU's. With the big big "AIG" hanging on their chest, it looks very weird as it seems they had their chest insured by AIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month ago, the World Cup started and everybody was exited because the World Cup is only happening once every 4 years. This time, I believe everybody had fun watching 20 fellas chasing over a ball and 2 more waiting to catch the ball. It is quite boring this time around as there are only European countries involved in the Final and third placing match. No more samba style football in the final anymore. And i am in the dillema as I supported Italy ever since I knew about football but I like Thierry Henry as he is from Arsenal. It is hard to choose who I wanted to win. But as for third place, i support Germany this time because i believe they worked hard to earn a place meanwhile Portugal played some rough game which I dont really like as football is suppose to be healthy and not to injure anyone during the process. I pity those refs as they have to cope with harsh temperature and also harsh players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the matches ended up in penalty shoot outs and the process is really boring. I actually fall asleep while watching England plays with Portugal. England really sucked at penalty shooting while Portugal is good at saving penalties. However, I am actually looking forward to the next World Cup in South Africa in four years time. Hopefully it wont be as boring as the present World Cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115229448296651382?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115229448296651382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115229448296651382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115229448296651382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115229448296651382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-dillemas.html' title='World Cup dillemas'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115227183567909376</id><published>2006-07-07T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:30:35.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do you remember those days where we used to walk inside the school while holding hands, and not to forget the game of Pepsi Cola and some Power Ranger and Cybercop games. Then there was this canteen aunty that like to laugh when we were pushing each one and other to get our hands of our chee cheong funs. Then we will go to the field and play some ball whether it was ping pong, basketball or football. Then when it's graduation, we hugged each other with tears flowing down our cheeks promising that we wont forget each other. Till then, we finished the first phase of our education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few months rotting at home, we walked into teenage phase where we begin our second phase of education at a high school. We step into Samad as kids wearing their sexy green shorts where our seniors looked so tall. Then we join clubs and society where we knew more friends and had lots of fun. Then we saw kids with sexy green shorts looking at us from below. The smile the seniors once had, appeared on our face. Those were the days where memories were saved. At our final year in high school, we were holding post that we never thought we would be helding. We have people looking up to us and also people looking down on us. We survived and proved ourselves right, where you can see friends around us with their tears and laughter surrounding us. And then. it was graduation once more, tears were no longer seen but it was the heart who bleeds to see friends of 5years atleast to leave. Promises were made once more and gatherings will be organized in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was University and College now, we got separated but the circle of friends grew bigger. A mix of culture from here and there, we have a new culture, a culture of our own. We went around but memories never fades. Seeing each other reminds us of what fun we used to have, what frustration we used to suffer, and not forgetting those pain that the discipline dudes inflicted on our sexy butts. *lol* To my dear friends, reading this might not provoke any memories on you, but it does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115227183567909376?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115227183567909376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115227183567909376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115227183567909376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115227183567909376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/those-days.html' title='Those Days'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29434386.post-115210924473818915</id><published>2006-07-05T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:20:45.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahh..finally i have a blog of my own but sadly i do not know what to say in my own blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Even after reading blogs from &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com"&gt;KennySia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;XiaXue&lt;/a&gt; and other well known bloggers then I realise that having a blog isnt so bad after all. Atleast my blog will be the place where i release all the stress that build up during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start the first blog in my life, guess I will just say what happen today.&lt;br /&gt;At 3a.m. it was Germany VS Italy in the World Cup semifinal and alot of people actually expects Germany to win but Italy went against the odds when Grosso and Del Piero scored during extra time. The goal was magnificent as everyone was expecting the extra time to end very soon and the penalty shootings will decide who is the winner of the match.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Murni to watch the match with Ming Yang and Alfred eventhough class is at 8a.m. which means no sleep for me if i want to get myself a place to park. And the class is conducted by our beloved Mrs. Fatimah(LAN subject lecturer) which is funny but the subject she was teaching basically is the best hypnotiser Malaysia educators ever created. Even after Nicholas get me an expresso from the cafetaria, I still fall asleep during the class and it is actually very disrespectful to our beloved Mrs. Fatimah. I actually felt guilty about it.. see I am good boy after all. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to add salt and pepper to the wound, me, Ming Yang and Alfred will be hitting the uni's gym at 3p.m. sharp as part of our weekly sport activities to shed off some unwanted materials. hehe.. I was as blur as a sotong during the whole day and did not know where i was heading all the time. The work out sucked eventually as none of us had enough rest to perform and lift weights. But we did manage to play squash which i do not know how to play at all(thanks to Roxana for helping us to get the racquet and the black rubber ball) it was fun but it is not as easy as I think because it requires lots of stamina to run around the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usuall after gym, we head out to Murni once again to have our dinner and our beloved Jumbo Juice hehe too bad my phone takes blurry pics and it fails to transfer to my comp. or else you guys will be able to have a good look how juicy and delicious it is. *drools* Makes me hungry just by thinking of it. I like the garlic cheese naans Murni sold, so nice and the aroma conqueres my heart and soul. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am thinking of the Portugal VS France match tomorrow which is only 5hours from now. I suppose that it is ok as the class for Thursday is in the evening and not in the morning, means I can have quality sleeps before heading for class tomorrow. But Ming Yang went to clubbing and I wonder if he is terror enough to stay awake and Alfred too. Arghhhh... if i stayed up to watch again means I stayed up for more than 48hours in a row without sleep. That is not good and not healthy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was visiting&lt;a href="http://sueling.shafla.com"&gt; Sue Ling's blog&lt;/a&gt;, I found out that her blog is nice and Yee Mei's blog is also nice too. I wonder how they make it so nice. I don't really know what and how to do it. Don't even know how to link up their blogs by typing it here. Geezz.. I really sucked in this. God help me. Oh, as I was reading Sue Ling's blog, it reminds me of UTAR Ball 2006 which turns out to be a good experience for everyone of us. We had fun but there's also bad things happen during the process that spoils our mood and breaks our spirit. But thank goodness everything turns out to be fine at the end of the day. Tooks some pics using Yee Mei's cam.*hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all about today, too tired to continue tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29434386-115210924473818915?l=seeingnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/115210924473818915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29434386&amp;postID=115210924473818915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115210924473818915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29434386/posts/default/115210924473818915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingnothing.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-post.html' title='The First Post'/><author><name>mustardNcheese</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
