<?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-2113214503068481643</id><updated>2011-07-29T15:52:28.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Own Words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-7941255273559348698</id><published>2009-12-14T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:40:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Ignite</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you’re reading this, by any chance, I’m really surprised and congratulations cause you’ll be one of the super rare visitors here after I feel like I abandoned this place for decades already…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lots of things happened….I don’t even know when and where should I start…let’s just put it this way; a mixture of shock, happiness, disappointment, and virtually anything else…. THAT’s what happened from a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;year ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Personally,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I prefer to blog about feelings and “inner events” rather than what I do everyday and stuffs…it’s like I’m not exactly reporting what I do everyday nor any events I attend….and that’s rather consistent with the concept of this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, instead of blogging about what I did some time go, I’ll rather describe what I FELT months ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let’s just start with……say, where I stopped – AS exam. You may think I could be the type that study hard at home and all, but I can sincerely tell you that’s so wrong. In fact, at times I think AS exam is one of the lowest priority in my life…the fact that I lacked motivation for it, and I don’t exactly see a point why am I doing science when I’m horrid in Maths…so let’s just put that aside, and let the oncoming results finish the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moving on from Exams and college, I found a job at a…say, a coffee shop serving &gt;RM10 for a cup of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And what happened there, reignites a feeling that has lost in me years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And just when it started to spark…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s diminished again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What’s left is the feeling of missing someone in which I’ve lost years ago….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The news of her having to leave came to a trebling shocker really…unexpcted, and totally out of the script... it’s like just when I started to grow fond of her, BAM! this gotta happen…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to admit that I was emotionally affected after she left…more careless, more volatile and the latter caused a commotion in which ended up I’ve gotta leave the workplace as well… although deep down, I AM rather happy and feel contend working there…but I feel all these are meant to happen. It’s like everything has lined up and when it comes together, it can’t be stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And so this is where I am, in this situation. For now I just want to forget her and everything happened there, and I just want to celebrate this Christmas and New Year celebrations…till then, happy holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-7941255273559348698?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/7941255273559348698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=7941255273559348698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7941255273559348698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7941255273559348698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/12/re-ignite_14.html' title='Re-Ignite'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-8923424833823127906</id><published>2009-06-12T13:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:33:24.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akon's "Freedom" Beach Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Okay I know I abandoned this thing for quite some time already. The reason why there's so little update is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AS exam.&lt;br /&gt;2. No mood.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nothing to write, because I prefer to blog feelings rather than event, therefore when thing's are not happening, I got nothing to write. I don't like to write stuffs like "today me, fren1, fren2, fren3, and fren4 went to have lunch at XXX together!" kinda stuff because I feel it's quite pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in terms of what's happening is that, AS exam is over! and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; importantly, AKON is coming to Sunway next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SjHmkTxojYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KRRg1a6n1SE/s1600-h/n188008280343_1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SjHmkTxojYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KRRg1a6n1SE/s320/n188008280343_1731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346307744123620738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Okay I know most of you will be like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;errr...Akon? Spend RM88 for his concert? Eh gtg bye&lt;/span&gt;" cuz most of you are from TARC who prefer alot more to Wang Lee Hom's concert than his (DUH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably if I give you free tickets for Akon's concert also you all won't go. But I'm not a typical Chinese as I always say, and hell yeah I'm looking forward to partying at his concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a beach concert at Sunway Lagoon, and I'm sure it's gonna be hell lot of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-8923424833823127906?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/8923424833823127906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=8923424833823127906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/8923424833823127906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/8923424833823127906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-i-know-i-abandoned-this-thing-for.html' title='Akon&apos;s &quot;Freedom&quot; Beach Concert'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SjHmkTxojYI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KRRg1a6n1SE/s72-c/n188008280343_1731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-6541437406110343313</id><published>2009-05-09T00:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:40:38.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shootout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;1 year gone. 1 year since I started A levels. And it just feels like yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;In this post I'm going to get things straight and to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;1.   I got fed up. Fed up of dreaded controversy between people around me. Fed up of living with the constant reminder of mistake of taking A levels. Fed up with TAR College life. AS exam starts next week and I'm seriously NOT doing anything at all about Maths paper. Let's face it, I'll be screwed enough to do AS Maths. And if it goes on, I'll be screwed deeper in A2. I got out of jail in SPM, really. I'm already struggling for some form of motivation for Maths SPM, and what makes ME think I'll work multiple times harder to strive in A-levels? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;2.   I'm a person who hates stress. I know it's essentially unavoidable, but I always reduce it. It's like if I work hard, I'll play harder. There's a constant direct proportionality in the relationship between those two. I don't favour locking myself in the study table in a room and study the whole day, irrespectable it's AS exam tomorrow. I prefer turning the music on while doing things, or study while seeping coffee away in a coffeeshop. I mean, that's how I do things. This give you a pretty good idea about the type of person I am when facing something "stressful", because exam does not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt; mean stress to me. Albeit it does not work all the time. As such a lazy and irresponsible person you think I am judging from what I wrote, I know I can achieve things provided I have the motivation and interest. If I wanna do something I really want, then I'm 100% determined to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3.   I don't care anymore. Not about exams, but in terms of friends and stuffs. I don't want to get involved anymore. No more posts like the previous 1 after this, definately. 1 year passed and A levels is less than half a year away. How much can happen in that period? The "I know you but I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; know you" kind of interaction between people just does not work. I can't please everyone. I believe in chemistry. The type of bond that can only be formed through time and consistent togetherness. Sometimes having just a few close friends- friends that were built through thick and thin together- friends that you can trust- at the end of the day, are still the best people around you.- People in which you feel most comfortable with. I'm just going to complete this AS exam for now- and God knows if I'm going to even sit for A2 exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The message is clear, and I know- I might experience backlash after this, especially from some of you after reading this post, but that's how the url name of this blog came from.&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/2113214503068481643-6541437406110343313?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/6541437406110343313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=6541437406110343313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/6541437406110343313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/6541437406110343313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/05/shootout.html' title='Shootout'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-5322092196420871113</id><published>2009-04-22T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:19:24.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story So Far II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"It's a norm that 98% of the boys will go for typical, pretty girls with long smashing hair". Extracted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://truesunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes I gotta agree with that. I mean, who in this world does not like pretty people? It goes equally to both sexes. Well, even if the term "pretty" is removed from the sentence, which would go like "It's a norm that 98% of the boys will go for typical girls with long smashing hair", I personally would think it still makes sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Somehow, girls with long, straight hair, finished off with a touch of highlight are more appealing. Well, in the sense that they are more attractive and more sexually appealing. It also gives a more feminine impression. Of course these are what I personally think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But it's not necessary for all guys to treat their gf as accessories. What I can say is that, not all guys are like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;In the society nowadays, looks do play a major and important role. I don't think one can 100% deny that. I think those who don't accept that are those who can't face the harsh reality of life in these days. Its like when 2 secretaries go for a job interview with man boss, one who's slim and pretty and the other is not so good looking, I believe the boss would choose the former one, regardless her qualifications are not as good as the latter's. After all, he's going to face her everyday at work, right? I mean, the human brain sends positive feedbacks to the body when the eye catches beautiful things, don't you think so? It kinda provide impetus for us and that's what keep us going. Applied to me, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Oh, talking about looks and GF and BF and relating them together, some, if not one group of people condemn what look like a dubbed "miss-matched" couple. The only reason, I think, why this happened to them, whom I think are very happy with each other, is that the overall difference of aesthetic values between them. Don't get me wrong, I don't do that, and I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;In fact, if looked at a different perspective, I've gotta say that that girl is one of a kind, one who does not mind the outer appearance of her bf. She's a smart girl- she knows what she's doing, she's mentally strong and I believe she chose the one who has the best inner quality, qualities that people from the outside would not be able to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;To a specific group;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Instead of critisizing others, why not just concentrate on your own affairs and leave them alone. We don't know what's so special about him, none of us in our region knows, but it's isn't fair to judge people based on what could only be seen from the outside. It's quite difficult to type all these because you guys are my friends, but so do the ones from the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;As I said before, and I'm saying it again, I would prefer to keep myself in the balance between people, I prefer to be a neutral party in any case. I'm not specifically attached to certain groups of friends, and that's how I want to be.&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/2113214503068481643-5322092196420871113?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/5322092196420871113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=5322092196420871113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/5322092196420871113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/5322092196420871113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-so-far-ii.html' title='The Story So Far II'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-7208300594996060586</id><published>2009-04-17T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:13:12.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I hadn't have quite as good as a morning like today for quite a while already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's no better way to start the morning than seeing someone you adore, someone you admire, and you actually walked up to them and say hi and had a little chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A little goes a long way. It's been tough because it's difficult enough to find some time and space to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The week hasn't been very good. I constantly feel anxious for no apparent reason, nervous for nothing and blur and blunt. But a Friday like this is totally a pivotal turning point since. It just kicked off a good weekend to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, if you wonder who that person is, it's the person I've mentioned in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/01/strucked.html"&gt;this post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; But well, the difference when I wrote that then and now is that, I decided to try and have a go at her, provided I have the opportunities of course. Even if I have the slimmest chance, then why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As what T.I. rap in "No Matter What", he says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Every obstacle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Make impossible possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Even when winnings illogical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Losing's still far from optional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&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/2113214503068481643-7208300594996060586?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/7208300594996060586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=7208300594996060586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7208300594996060586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7208300594996060586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/04/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-305581876996617578</id><published>2009-04-06T16:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:45:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It just so happen that Mr Daniel Teh had some complimentary tickets to catch the F1 at Sepang on Sunday! and since he got excess tickets, he asked me to go and, why not?? It's like sum kinda once in a lifetime experience. So we- including his sister and her boyfriend- left at around 2.45pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEfMi0hpI/AAAAAAAAANY/v_OOfIG1EN4/s1600-h/DSC00136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEfMi0hpI/AAAAAAAAANY/v_OOfIG1EN4/s320/DSC00136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321500474937214610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEfrTDQrI/AAAAAAAAANo/FPwCqOv1VqA/s1600-h/DSC00139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEfrTDQrI/AAAAAAAAANo/FPwCqOv1VqA/s320/DSC00139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321500483192570546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEfaa2HnI/AAAAAAAAANg/TJ5L3ih9c2Q/s1600-h/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEfaa2HnI/AAAAAAAAANg/TJ5L3ih9c2Q/s320/DSC00138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321500478661860978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Thanks to the goddamned  jam we're late and we missed the missed the start of the race. Damn. But our seats are located at one of the best place, along to long stretch at the starting grid, directly across the pit stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnE9fqnvbI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4_yzAdVCarY/s1600-h/DSC00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnE9fqnvbI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4_yzAdVCarY/s320/DSC00142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321500995466280370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEfynHoZI/AAAAAAAAANw/r8QDd9uQWk4/s1600-h/DSC00140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEfynHoZI/AAAAAAAAANw/r8QDd9uQWk4/s320/DSC00140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321500485155791250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEgIA6X2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4PeLMbPVCVA/s1600-h/DSC00141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEgIA6X2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4PeLMbPVCVA/s320/DSC00141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321500490901118818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Seriously, you've gotta have earplugs especially when you're sitting at the place where the cars travel at their fastest speed. It's like your eardrums will break if you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Soon, the sky turned dark and lightnings constantly striking. The cars started to change to wet tyres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnE9TVLarI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4WQT3NcpooU/s1600-h/DSC00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnE9TVLarI/AAAAAAAAAOI/4WQT3NcpooU/s320/DSC00145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321500992155118258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And, as expected, it started to rain heavily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnE90BD3pI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1koStO8x-TI/s1600-h/DSC00146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnE90BD3pI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1koStO8x-TI/s320/DSC00146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321501000929107602" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnE92KkCPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ju3uM3aftEE/s1600-h/DSC00147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnE92KkCPI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Ju3uM3aftEE/s320/DSC00147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321501001505835250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Soon, red flag is waved, indicating race to be stopped until the rain recedes. Then the race would be restarted.- Or, supposedly to be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;BMW Sauber's Nick Heidfeld is the first who stopped along the starting grid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnIHKrw8QI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BzcghXbsyTs/s1600-h/DSC00148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnIHKrw8QI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BzcghXbsyTs/s320/DSC00148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321504460167508226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnGES1SQmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-4rAOCE24iw/s1600-h/DSC00149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnGES1SQmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-4rAOCE24iw/s320/DSC00149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321502211792061026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Followed by Lewis Hamilton...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnGEYoip6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/lX2M9mK_Nqw/s1600-h/DSC00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnGEYoip6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/lX2M9mK_Nqw/s320/DSC00150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321502213349222306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnGEs-55sI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lPwBcJb_l9I/s1600-h/DSC00151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnGEs-55sI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lPwBcJb_l9I/s320/DSC00151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321502218811729602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The safety car is soon deployed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnGEjiXz_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/E0Us52AIOKk/s1600-h/DSC00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnGEjiXz_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/E0Us52AIOKk/s320/DSC00153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321502216276135922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Then, as the rain come to a stop, as every driving got ready and into their cars, suddenly it was announced that the race will be suspended and will not be restarted- probably because it's already 6.52pm at that time, and if it does continue, it will more lilely become a night race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;In the end, Jenson Button won it by half points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Therefore it's the end of a dramatic race and a quite dissapointing one for the spectators.&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/2113214503068481643-305581876996617578?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/305581876996617578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=305581876996617578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/305581876996617578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/305581876996617578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/04/sepang.html' title='Sepang'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdnEfMi0hpI/AAAAAAAAANY/v_OOfIG1EN4/s72-c/DSC00136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-4841151580118567278</id><published>2009-04-04T17:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:55:31.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdcpkuRJFSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2aHvY5Qpu50/s1600-h/gta4-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdcpkuRJFSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2aHvY5Qpu50/s320/gta4-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320767195633489186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Having played the GTA Vice City and San Andreas series, at last I managed to feel GTA IV today. (I know I'm kinda outdated, but hey, I'm unable to install the game in my pc because of it's ultra- high PC system requirements okay).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdcplLFFfxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/--ffRX1viOY/s1600-h/xbox360_gta4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdcplLFFfxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/--ffRX1viOY/s320/xbox360_gta4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320767203367550738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So since we completed our last paper for our trials today, which is Chemistry- For Bio takers there's still a paper on Monday- we went to cc. And I have to say, I immediately fell in love with it on the first time I ever played it. By far better than it's previous series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/Sdcpk2bJgFI/AAAAAAAAANI/V1vxGIV_qqk/s1600-h/img_37421_gta4_trailer3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/Sdcpk2bJgFI/AAAAAAAAANI/V1vxGIV_qqk/s320/img_37421_gta4_trailer3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320767197822943314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdcpkmIvZfI/AAAAAAAAANA/pVkm_jxG0o4/s1600-h/gta44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdcpkmIvZfI/AAAAAAAAANA/pVkm_jxG0o4/s320/gta44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320767193450767858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdcpkR0VhII/AAAAAAAAAMw/iUUXM062duE/s1600-h/gta4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdcpkR0VhII/AAAAAAAAAMw/iUUXM062duE/s320/gta4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320767187996476546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's such a superb game that I feel like trading in my current processor to the latest processors to support this game in my home. Damn oh damn. Why must the requirements be so damn sky high? Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, as mentioned the last paper is done, and overall I think i did OK. Personally, results for this term does NOT matter to me. Why oh why I'm studying A-levels. As I said before, I don't mind studying Physics and Chemistry. Or GP. Or even History. But why oh why I'm sitting for Maths, I don't know. I could've been studying culinary right now, I really could. Because that's the thing I enjoy most. Enginee- what? Who am I kidding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The only thing I can do now is to get on with it untill the end of the year. After that, I might as well just fuck it, whatever the outcome is. I'm starting to feel what I have in my life right now is not what I want, and I'm not satisfied with what I have. Friends are always the best companions in life, because we're always in the same wavelength. So I really do appreciate my friends now, especially you who're reading this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Others? Family? Are they the closest and the most important people in everyone's life? I'm really starting to doubt that. I feel questions are being raised on the inequalities at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I spend most of my time staring at the monitor and writing blog like this rather than with them. I think this statement contemplates exactly the the situation now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-4841151580118567278?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/4841151580118567278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=4841151580118567278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4841151580118567278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4841151580118567278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-so-far.html' title='The Story So Far'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SdcpkuRJFSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2aHvY5Qpu50/s72-c/gta4-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-5525008207449927125</id><published>2009-03-15T13:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:05:08.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York New York! Deli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyXHW9_UeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dz2VYZsmN94/s1600-h/DSC00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyXHW9_UeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dz2VYZsmN94/s320/DSC00130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313287813070803426" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;My friends and I were at 1u the other day and we decided to have a try at the opened not very long ago New York New York Deli on the ground floor at the New Wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyW7AbHjvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OMJ3-l6RHSo/s1600-h/DSC00126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyW7AbHjvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OMJ3-l6RHSo/s320/DSC00126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313287600860532466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyW7aCErpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rJ_CHbdVSWA/s1600-h/DSC00127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyW7aCErpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rJ_CHbdVSWA/s320/DSC00127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313287607734808210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyW65hUGAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q1BXyOfu0h0/s1600-h/DSC00125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyW65hUGAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/q1BXyOfu0h0/s320/DSC00125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313287599007471618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;The menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Since I've taken my lunch earlier, I juz ordered their dessert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyW7m_hPmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dz0hbPJgVIw/s1600-h/DSC00128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyW7m_hPmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dz0hbPJgVIw/s320/DSC00128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313287611213758050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;"Lake Chocolate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;It's basically a few pieces of mouth-bite sized fried bananas, some strawberries and a scoop of vanilla ice-cream topped on generous amount of mildly viscous warm chocolate, with sprinkles of icing. Not bad =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;I've never seen this restaurant anywhere else before, and 1u is probably it's first around Malaysia. I kinda like it's concept. The price is around rm10-15 for appetizers and desserts, burgers are around rm20, whereas main courses are more than rm30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyW72LByKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dUXyhsf-qn0/s1600-h/DSC00129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyW72LByKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/dUXyhsf-qn0/s320/DSC00129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313287615288559778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Worth a try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-5525008207449927125?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/5525008207449927125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=5525008207449927125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/5525008207449927125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/5525008207449927125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-york-new-york-deli.html' title='New York New York! Deli'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SbyXHW9_UeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dz2VYZsmN94/s72-c/DSC00130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-7839378372314416592</id><published>2009-03-05T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:20:53.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WFQ 9227</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/Sa_01BWlzeI/AAAAAAAAALw/qxgppN0fU8c/s1600-h/P3020978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/Sa_01BWlzeI/AAAAAAAAALw/qxgppN0fU8c/s320/P3020978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309731677426535906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I think the photo says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;No not me. I'm not the one behind the wheel when it crashed. I'm not in the car during the accident either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/Sa_04J4OUmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QXpd3B8w_xs/s1600-h/P3020980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/Sa_04J4OUmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QXpd3B8w_xs/s320/P3020980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309731731254694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;My brother and his girlfriend are fine. They somehow managed to escape from a possibly catastrophic finale with minor hand and leg injury respectively. Judging from the damage incurred on the car, most people would not have good feelings about the people inside, especially the one on the front passenger seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Thank God. I can't imagine what possible outcomes it could be on other days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;However, that can't being said the same to the car, because the degree of damage is so high that it's being totaled completely, and it has been written off from the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Bye bye WFQ 9227.&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/2113214503068481643-7839378372314416592?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/7839378372314416592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=7839378372314416592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7839378372314416592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7839378372314416592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/03/wfq-9227.html' title='WFQ 9227'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/Sa_01BWlzeI/AAAAAAAAALw/qxgppN0fU8c/s72-c/P3020978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-7585432586809599520</id><published>2009-02-26T14:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:47:20.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged. By Cally Cal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:georgia;" &gt;1. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things / habits / little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tag and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. No tags back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1)I'm dead afraid of cockroaches. In fact, very terrified (untill may scream) when encounter 1 anywhere. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;[FACT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;2)I spend more time on the computer than the TV.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; [FACT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;3)I sleep with 2 comforters. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;[HABIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;4)...Because I sleep with the air-cond set at 16 degree Celsius while a fan is blowing towards right in front of me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;[WEIRD HABIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;5)I'm quite coffee dependent, ie if I don't drink it in the morning I may doze off to sleep in the lecture hall, especially the morning classes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;[HABIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;6)I watch EVERY Arsenal game whenever possible, including 3.45am games during weekday mornings. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;[HABIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;7)I love computer games, but I don't prefer online games. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;[FACT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;8)I replace wore off toothbrush most frequently in my family, as the average life span of each toothbrush I use is merely 3-4 weeks.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; [FACT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;9)I rue the horrible mistakes I did during my first relationship. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;[FACT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;10)I'm a fairly choosy person. Food, clothes, music, girls. You name it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;[FACT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;11)I've NEVER been on a plane before.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;[FACT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;12)I crave for McD. It never fail to cross my mind whenever deciding where and what to have lunch. I'm probably addicted to it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; [WEIRD FACT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;13)I want and I need a car but I feel I'll never get 1 anytime soon, in which I feel I'm handicapped by that fact, in a way.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; [FACT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;14)I have not experience the feeling of excitement of love nor serious infatuation for quite a long while now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;[FACT] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;15)This thing ate up some 1 hour something or so of time. So that means I kinda find it difficult to complete. But alas! done! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;[FACT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* Tagging process failed. Retrying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-7585432586809599520?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/7585432586809599520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=7585432586809599520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7585432586809599520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7585432586809599520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-cally-cal.html' title='Tagged. By Cally Cal.'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-8127698148611127568</id><published>2009-02-20T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:03:49.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Directions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;College life has changed. People around have changed. Perspectives have changed. Things have changed. Overall, life has changed lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you look at the college life last year, and especially at the start of semester, and you look at it now, it's like a whole new world. Well not really, but certainly the way of how things go there has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Unlike the start of semester, whereby everyone was excited and new, nowadays people around me has segregated into different groups of friends. I can literally point out 3 main groups of friends in my class, albeit all of us are still friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For me, I'm considered as part of 1 of the group, though I'm not strongly attached to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I think I'm more of a versatile type, and I'm happy to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Gosh. Whenever I think about May, that would mean the crucial AS exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chemistry? I know I can succeed IF I put arduous effort in it. But my results so far are relatively poor. This subject is in fact my favourite subject during SPM years, definately. And believe it or not, I'm quite dissapointed with the SPM Chemistry questions because I feel the amount of effort I put in in this particular subject is by far too excessive. It's like everyone score A1, you know? But now I'm facing a tough time dealing with AS Chemistry. Probably it is fair for you to say that I'm being complacent. But I know I'm capable of doing well for Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Physics? I'm liking this subject more and more now. Although the questions are tough and requires alot of thinking, in which I'm not really good at answering the questions, but i just love the concepts of Physics. Sometimes, when you relate Physics to your life, you might find that this subject is interesting and at times, beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;General Paper? Alot more work needed to be done. Although I'm confident enough to say that it's unlikely to fail this subject, I feel getting an A or even a B for GP is enormously challenging. I don't set high sights for it though, as a B or C will do nice =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maths? I don't even wanna mention it, to be honest. I would've seriously drop it IF and only IF I'm viable to do so. It's like I'm really giving up on it, you know? Mentally fed up, exausted, and NO interest in it AT ALL in this subject. I would've gladly substitute it with Biology, I don't mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's better to be like, say, you give me a paragraph today of 20 pages and ask me to go home and memorize it. And then, tomorrow you ask me any types of questions based on the paper without me having it. I feel even Sejarah is so much better than Maths, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I feel I need inspiration to do this exam, which is in a drought state at the moment. I feel quite fed up of all these. And yes, I made my decision NOT to do engineering. It's really a bad idea venturing into my weakest and darkest patch of myself, which is calculations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Not like I'm skipping classes and all. I never skip Chemistry and Physics classes, unless I have no choice. They are my priorities, and I never lose interest in them. I want to do well for these 2 subjects, no doubt bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I feel I just need some kind of push or some encouragement from certain people. I'm sorry, but I guess I have to rule out my family on doing that, because they are too busy with their own work. I guess I'm just missing that "someone" in life, if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...But, to be honest, nothing but void is detected in the radar, yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-8127698148611127568?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/8127698148611127568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=8127698148611127568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/8127698148611127568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/8127698148611127568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/02/change-of-directions.html' title='Change of Directions'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-2108656202680383968</id><published>2009-02-10T21:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:45:49.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SZGCnanhH-I/AAAAAAAAALY/2dxpaldLTYs/s1600-h/tumor.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SZGCnanhH-I/AAAAAAAAALY/2dxpaldLTYs/s320/tumor.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301161850063364066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its the time of the year again. Valentines day. The roll call of some single people saying "SINGLE LIFE IS COOL!" and stuffs like that comes out again and again every year, while some parties might say it's more like S.A.D [(Single, Alone &amp;amp; Desperate)or Single Awareness Day] or whatever u wanna call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But undoubtedly, Valentines day is more like belong to couples from all ages, whether the singles like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For me, I had, lets just say a not so pleasant Valentines day 2 years ago. But 1 thing I've learned is that, it's called "break up" simply because it's broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-2108656202680383968?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/2108656202680383968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=2108656202680383968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/2108656202680383968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/2108656202680383968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines~'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SZGCnanhH-I/AAAAAAAAALY/2dxpaldLTYs/s72-c/tumor.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-2929145104742478725</id><published>2009-01-30T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:01:21.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbXgD8gJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/z95TCVXFd5c/s1600-h/DSC03637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbXgD8gJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/z95TCVXFd5c/s320/DSC03637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296755833554370706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In 1u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; First of all, Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbWwGKAiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9Yz0peNBRw4/s1600-h/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbWwGKAiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/9Yz0peNBRw4/s320/DSC00113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296755820678742562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the time of the year again. To me, so far this celebration has been quite more or less similar to the previous few years. The 1st day is the busiest and the most important day, while the subsequent days are less busy and normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbXRn8YBI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZyVktMaKYVc/s1600-h/DSC00117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbXRn8YBI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZyVktMaKYVc/s320/DSC00117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296755829678825490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As usual, family members got together for family reunion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For me, I don't need to "go back to hometown" because my "hometown" is just 5 minutes drive away from my house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbXPX-cAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Am7Sjw2m9pA/s1600-h/DSC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbXPX-cAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Am7Sjw2m9pA/s320/DSC00115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296755829074980866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Niways, baby Brandon is now 6 months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;While he's grown up a little bit, he stil not close to sitting properly, crawling, nor walking though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbXmC61MI/AAAAAAAAALI/7SOiIXi8R3o/s1600-h/DSC00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbXmC61MI/AAAAAAAAALI/7SOiIXi8R3o/s320/DSC00118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296755835160679618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is Thursday. Tomorrow I'm going to friend's houses to "pai nin", as planned. Oh wait! Supposedly I have class tomorrow! lol! Am I going? Nahhh.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s: I would've go if and only if I've got something to look forward to there....BUT...nahhhhh..&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/2113214503068481643-2929145104742478725?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/2929145104742478725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=2929145104742478725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/2929145104742478725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/2929145104742478725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='CHINESE New Year!'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SYHbXgD8gJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/z95TCVXFd5c/s72-c/DSC03637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-4867315982653159191</id><published>2009-01-20T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:17:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strucked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's flattering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's flattering to got to know someone like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A chance like that is always welcomed, knowing that they don't come often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You may say that she's just an ordinary college girl, but to me she's outstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"She got her own thing", put it that way, If you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fair to say that all along since I've known a number of girls since college started, she's the one that really impressed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No, not in the way that I'm planning to pursue her, not like that. She's occupied, fyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like her for the way she are. From her first impression and her style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...And I've got no plans to try and have a go at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That said, though, she crosses my mind now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp; I feel happy to see her, talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, I concede I'm captivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...But I apprehend, this is all, nothing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For now, simple friends will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;p/s: "she" will remain anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-4867315982653159191?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/4867315982653159191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=4867315982653159191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4867315982653159191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4867315982653159191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/01/strucked.html' title='Strucked.'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-6808909845073279222</id><published>2009-01-14T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:41:33.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry for the long absentee. Has been kinda busy lately with various reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Highlights - College restarted. And bad results. If I'd to not waste 1.5 years at college, I have to do better especially in the AS exam. And I know it. And I'm feeling abit of regret for joining A-levels science. I mean WHY??? Not like I hate science, no. In fact I fairly like it. BUT Maths IS a resounding problem. I mean, I got out of jail in SPM with 7D, and now I quite literally plunging back to hell. What the hell, man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Other things I'm busying is preparing for Chinese New Year!, of course. Been out the whole weekend, looking for clothes and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;For those college people reading this, I found out that eating sausage bun with 2 spoons of pineapple fried rice from canteen 1 is a very bad idea. It just so happened that the other day I ate a sausage bun and at the same time, one of my classmate ordered pineapple fried rice(yes it's yellow in color). As I've never tried before, I took 2 spoons of those rice after eating my bun. It's alright untill few hours later. I vomitted. I was in the car with my friend, driving home when I told him to pull over, barely minutes after we got on the car. Thankfully I did not puked inside the car. He stopped at the bus stop when I immediately vomitted straight after opening the door. And yes it's yellow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Anyway, I'm anticipating for the Chinese New Year now. Till then, thats all for now. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-6808909845073279222?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/6808909845073279222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=6808909845073279222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/6808909845073279222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/6808909845073279222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/01/yellow.html' title='Yellow'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-5171984969106038104</id><published>2009-01-02T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:15:45.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye 8. Hi 9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So it's been another year gone by. Personally i feel the year of the rat is not the most happening year to me. For the world, of course 2008 has affected the people, particularly the election of Barack Obama &amp;amp; the global financial crisis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Few highlights in 2008 are like my name "Lucas" emerged out of nowhere. Some of my secondary school mates are like, "Lum/Wing Tatt! Since when your name is Lucas??"  And then I entered college. TAR College. To be honest, at first I'm kinda reluctant to become a 'tarcian' because, as everyone knows, it's a place majorly accomadated with mandarin-speaking people. I knew I would have problem communicating. But due to my so-so SPM results and the financial state of my family, I don't have many choice really, + this is only Pre-U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In terms of family, my sister gave birth to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-family.html"&gt;little Brandon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, which made a significant change of the way of life of my sister and her husband. Everyone in the family loves him alot, and surely there's much more to come from him in the years upcoming years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In terms of friends, when you go to college, of course, you'll make friends, and that's what happen. I admit I'm not good at interacting with people at times, particularly when I'm verbally handicapped in which I don't receive education on the vastly used language in TARC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thanks for the people who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html"&gt;celebrated my 18th birthday with me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, I truly appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm sorry if I offended anyone, I know I did, and I regret that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Of course, I still keep in touch with secondary school mates, particularly during these long holidays. I believe strong chemistry do exist between people, especially when they've known each other for a long time, or doing things together, seeing and chatting with each other everyday, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In terms of love life, 08 has been a quiet year. I don't have real crush or infatuation on anyone. Maybe I can't find the one, already used to being single, or probably I'm just feeling tired mentally to even build a consistent relationship with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In terms of academics, other than college 3rd test paper, there's nothing much important about 2008. 2009 will promise to be more crucial by a mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;2009,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In terms of family; The focus will be based on the growth on Brendon. Other than that, things will presumably be normal and harmonic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In terms of friends; Chemistry between them grows with time, so I do expect a better understanding with them, especially college friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;In terms of love life; I do expect I'll stay single for another year. Leave alone capabilities, I don't meet the very minimal requirements to even have a girlfriend - (1)Car and (2)Money. Let's be realistic- I don't wanna end up in a scenario whereby she drives all the way down to MY house to fetch ME to date. Or being in a situation whereby I had to ask my dad "Dad, I need some cash to go dating!". I had to earn my own income first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;In terms of academics, as mentioned, this year promises to be such a crucial year as the AS and A2 examinations will be commenced. And this year will mark the end of my Pre-U studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Overall, I rate 2008 B-. Not the best year, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;W &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;All the best for 09'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-5171984969106038104?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/5171984969106038104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=5171984969106038104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/5171984969106038104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/5171984969106038104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2009/01/bye-8-hi-9.html' title='Bye 8. Hi 9.'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-4284231640580478651</id><published>2008-12-23T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:10:23.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ip Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Watched Ip Man today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SVDvMEu9aHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_Xw-6DKBSLg/s1600-h/yipman11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SVDvMEu9aHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_Xw-6DKBSLg/s320/yipman11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985353613764722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;It was good. In fact, quite damn good. 2 thumbs up. 4.5 stars / 5. I think it is fair to say that if you like Jet Li's Fearless, you'll surely like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SVDvMClvXuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/twNu7P6kdks/s1600-h/fearless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SVDvMClvXuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/twNu7P6kdks/s320/fearless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985353038225122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Both storylines and the way those 2 movies go are about arguably similar. In terms of action and fighting scenes, Fearless is not bad, but Ip Man is more brutal I feel. Personally I think the latter is slightly better than the former overall. Can say it's a must-watch kinda movie.&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/2113214503068481643-4284231640580478651?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/4284231640580478651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=4284231640580478651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4284231640580478651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4284231640580478651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/12/ip-man.html' title='Ip Man'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SVDvMEu9aHI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_Xw-6DKBSLg/s72-c/yipman11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-7606002440619020736</id><published>2008-12-18T15:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:00:31.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn93ikf0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xgQA3NYO5Mo/s1600-h/DSC03617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn93ikf0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xgQA3NYO5Mo/s320/DSC03617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281031168683135378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Oval, New Wing, 1 Utama themed stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn933FmMZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7GVVfFudAHk/s1600-h/DSC03618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn933FmMZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7GVVfFudAHk/s320/DSC03618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281031174190674322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;U mean Alice in Wonderland?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn94O1LnLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rxqvqqW7JuQ/s1600-h/DSC03619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn94O1LnLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rxqvqqW7JuQ/s320/DSC03619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281031180564274354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;P/S: Ignore the annoying "peace" fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn-zqMJ9MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VZUGrdZ73Aw/s1600-h/DSC03593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn-zqMJ9MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VZUGrdZ73Aw/s320/DSC03593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032201520673986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn_M94xOBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WQkHT09Fnas/s1600-h/DSC03610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn_M94xOBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WQkHT09Fnas/s320/DSC03610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032636304799762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The "beautiful" scene from the front of my house at different times of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn_NP5GZmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/S0fzhdy8gPc/s1600-h/DSC03606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn_NP5GZmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/S0fzhdy8gPc/s320/DSC03606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032641138026082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whole bunch of crazy people walking dangerously right in the middle of the tracks. Wait, who took this photo then?? (p/s: It shot-cuts to only 5 minutes from my house to the station only okayyy.........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then I spotted this menu in a restaurant called Boston located at Mont Kiara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a few named categories such as "Relieve Your Stress Away", "Financial Meals", etc etc...But then the most eye catching one is this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn_NV8WkcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/O9-ghkRt7TY/s1600-h/DSC03624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn_NV8WkcI/AAAAAAAAAKY/O9-ghkRt7TY/s320/DSC03624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281032642762281410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For Biyatch Only"&lt;/span&gt;. (Click for clearer view)&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole list of funnily named drinks, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Celebitchy", "Pussy Juice"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"MILF"&lt;/span&gt;(if you know what that stands for), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My New BFF, Not!!!"&lt;/span&gt;, and all d way to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Camel Toe"&lt;/span&gt;(I didn't know what that supposed to mean untill my friend Googled it), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cream Pie" &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Absolutely Paris"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it would be good if someone can translate all those Chinese words for me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-7606002440619020736?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/7606002440619020736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=7606002440619020736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7606002440619020736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7606002440619020736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-randomness.html' title='Out of Randomness'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SUn93ikf0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xgQA3NYO5Mo/s72-c/DSC03617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-2693310400240328399</id><published>2008-12-08T12:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:41:30.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Pain'-ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm supposed to blog about this few days ago, but I fell to a slight fever thanks to the suffocating headgear needed to wear while playing paintball! Yes the other day a group friends of mine went to Sungai Buloh's NPNG (No Pain No Gain) sport centre for their paintball. It was my 1st time playing paintball, so yeah it was a bit nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDYnXRYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PVpq63qTOsA/s1600-h/DSC03612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDYnXRYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PVpq63qTOsA/s320/DSC03612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277283137030145410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It totaled up to 12 of us overall, which is being divided to 6 per team. We played two types of modes, which was Capture the Flag and Last Man Standing. I think you can already guess how these 2 gameplay works. Anyway, I don't know about other places, but this place uses guns which are attached by carbon dioxide canisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDttnn4I/AAAAAAAAAII/suWv74Mk5A8/s1600-h/DSC03613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDttnn4I/AAAAAAAAAII/suWv74Mk5A8/s320/DSC03613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277283142693527426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The problem with it is that, when shot, the pellets move more like in a slight projectile motion rather than in a straight line. Yes the pellets travel at high speeds (enough to break upon impact upon about 50m away at least, even hitting against soft skin), but still I expected them to be better, as seen on newspapers and tv last time. And I heard some places uses guns with some kinda air compression system, which are apparently more powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The place consist of indoor, outdoor or in the jungle itselft nearby. The ones we played are only indoor and outdoor, as the people there don't really encourage you to wander into the jungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDVBwVrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rggSJkHzqdM/s1600-h/DSC03611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDVBwVrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rggSJkHzqdM/s320/DSC03611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277283136067098290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;indoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDuiV0vI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fDLtnIMI7d4/s1600-h/DSC03615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDuiV0vI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fDLtnIMI7d4/s320/DSC03615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277283142914659058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;outdoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The vest provided are practically no use, as probably all of us who got shot are either head, or mostly arms, hands and shoulders. The vests are thin and only covers part of the torso. It's quite painful upon being shot, up to the extend of rupturing of blood vessel and leaving marks for a few days, at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDlCbl7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/x491N9L9aEs/s1600-h/DSC03614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDlCbl7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/x491N9L9aEs/s320/DSC03614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277283140364900274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;...no that's NOT my hand. It's not as fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The liquid inside the pellets are oily and gives a bright glowish colour. You would wanna rush back and bath after the game, especially after sweating and suffocating in the mask so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytKrjNctI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xOcdmP0FwYM/s1600-h/DSC03616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytKrjNctI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xOcdmP0FwYM/s320/DSC03616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277283262372082386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pellets used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Overall, I would say it was quite an experience for a first timer. Although you don't do much running like a football and basketball game, it's still as exhausting and tiring as them. And you wouldn't really play paintball too often, as it's quite pricey. And you wouldn't really enjoy it too much if you hold back too much of money as the price corresponds to the number of pellets you purchase. All in all, in 12 of us, each of us dug out RM74 for about 2,800 pellets for about close to 2 hours playing time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2113214503068481643-2693310400240328399?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/2693310400240328399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=2693310400240328399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/2693310400240328399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/2693310400240328399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/12/pain-ball.html' title='&apos;Pain&apos;-ball'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/STytDYnXRYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PVpq63qTOsA/s72-c/DSC03612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-8714434682800163697</id><published>2008-12-01T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:25:52.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If you ever wonder(or notice), the reason for my long absentee is due to some reasons, except being busy. To be frank I ain't regret about not posting for some time, given that there's very little happening nowadays. There's also lacking of motivation to write, plus I feel quite lifeless nowadays. No life, in other words. Suffering from boredom. The problem is that, at times when I wake up in the morning, there's nothing to look forward to to the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And no I'm not working this time around. There's always a chance I don't get the chance to enjoy my savings. Certainly that had happened in the last 2 years. My bank account will never be stable. Not like I'm spending it. I tried to save it, but there's no use whenever someone always ask me to withdraw everything inside, and I will never get back the amount. And I can't say "No" to that. Do I have a choice? My phone I've purchased is a great example to what happened when I worked for a month, and get an amount of money. I've completely lost my patience at that moment. I don't want to elaborate much on that. But I can tell that it was under very, very controversial circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Overall, this holiday sucks. Until now, at least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-8714434682800163697?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/8714434682800163697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=8714434682800163697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/8714434682800163697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/8714434682800163697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-6561055390472160739</id><published>2008-11-17T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:34:17.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Haih. It's the time of the year again. Even I've undergone the "Sekolah Rendah" &amp;amp; "Sekolah Menengah" era, still the school holidays schedule never change. It's the year end 7 weeks break! Is it a good or a bad period to have this long break? I wouldn't say it's a bad thing. However I disagree to say it's the best thing that can happen either right now. Why good? simply because it's HOLIDAYS! who doesn't like holidays huh? The word indicates time to relax, chill, forget everything about stress and studies, and basically everything good. On the other hand, it's kinda bad cause I feel just when I feel I'm starting to get along with everyone associated at college, the holidays came. I mean, holidays are good, but it's not the best time for it to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;What to do? Work? I've done that a few years back. This year, I'm not really sure whether I want to work anot. Probably yes...maybe no. No mood to work. Work for what? Find money? Past time? Money ain't the most important thing to me right now. Contributed by the fact that I'm still single, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sometimes I feel some things I do are not appreciated enough by people. Treat them so good for what? What do you get? Do they even appreciate it? Do they even think about your intentions? Do you get what you probably expected them to do? To you they may be your top priority in life. But how bout them? You may just be a minority to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Anyway, back to holidays, I wish everyone happy holidays, for you who're reading this, take care and goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-6561055390472160739?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/6561055390472160739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=6561055390472160739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/6561055390472160739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/6561055390472160739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-5209509407450174122</id><published>2008-11-09T13:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:51:25.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effect of Studying Science...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;According to the law of Physics, Work done is given by the equation of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Work done = Power applied x time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I see many people are quite serious about the test next week.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://mmdandelionspromise.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Even the likes of Mei Mei will be absent from her blog for "at least 2 weeks or so"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. Actually, to be honest I feel it's not really an important test. Not for me personally, 'cause I'm not on scholarship anyway. Nonetheless, majority of people in the lecture hall don't carry scholarship. So why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  &gt;izit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; like everyone so stressed out about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I understand some of you are under pressure from family members, especially parents, while some of you wants to do well for your own personal reasons. That's good, but it's not the end of the world if you don't do well. A test is just a TEST, and this is NOT an EXAM. It's 2 different things. "Exam" sounds more scary and important than a "test", don't you think? Exam is the AS paper coming in May next year. And THAT is something you SHOULD worry much, much more about. (And that includes me as well. I AM worried about the AS).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-But not really this test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm fairly confident I can at least pass all the papers except for Maths which probably may not make it, but even IF I fail my Maths, personally it does not have a  catastrophic effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Back to the equation, how much work had u done? If you started studying a long time ago, that means you have accumulated much more time. Means even if you study(the power you give in) little by little everyday(constant studying), your work done is high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;On the other hand, even if you study at the LAST MINUTE(your time is little), your work done can be equal to the one above. This is provided that you apply a high amount of Power. (Equation: Work done = Power x time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Conclusion: Last minute studying is NOT ALWAYS bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(However, your efficiency may be affected by these 2 methods...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-5209509407450174122?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/5209509407450174122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=5209509407450174122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/5209509407450174122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/5209509407450174122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/11/effect-of-studying-science.html' title='The Effect of Studying Science...'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-4049658578084997580</id><published>2008-11-07T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:52:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SRRNge8OLdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qICr2XH7-jc/s1600-h/DSC03609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SRRNge8OLdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qICr2XH7-jc/s320/DSC03609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265919084759756242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;What's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SRRNhTH8wpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JAALFOjmtCs/s1600-h/DSC03611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SRRNhTH8wpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/JAALFOjmtCs/s320/DSC03611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265919098767590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Tadaa! A flower-shaped highlighter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SRRNhlAbsLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rEuUUxsHye4/s1600-h/DSC03612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SRRNhlAbsLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rEuUUxsHye4/s320/DSC03612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265919103567900850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Hahah seems like I'm too bored. On the background is Chemistry as you can see. Haha.... test is next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Today is the last day of a normal schedule day for semester 1 (and for this year as well). It felt very...empty today. You can feel the nullness in the lecture hall. Mass number of people did not turn up for classes. Of course lah, why wouldn't people stay at home and study. The lecturers had all completed teaching the syllabus anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;To be honest, time really blaze past in seconds. I still could remember the very 1st day of college in May, it's still clearly stamped in my mind now. In the first few weeks everyone seemed to be so exited and turned up for each and every single classes. The hall WAS at least 85% full. But, who cares now anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It really seemed like it's yesterday and it's already 6 months since the course started. Half a year left for the crucial AS exam. Sometimes it's hard to believe it, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I admit, I WILL miss going to classes somewhere in the middle of the 1 and a half month holidays which will start on 15th of Nov. Because I will NOT be going to any vacations during that time. That's as far as my family are concerned, of course. What am I going to do in the long holidays? I MIGHT be returning to Chili's Grill &amp;amp; Bar in Mid Valley- as a food server/waiter. At about the same time last year, I worked there- but as a kitchen helper/cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway, for now I just want to do well for Chemistry &amp;amp; Physics. My highest hope for the subjects are A for the former &amp;amp; B for the latter. GP...probably a B will do fine. Expectations too high? Too ambitious? I would say maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Maths? Pass also very happy already. Happier than IF I got A for Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-4049658578084997580?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/4049658578084997580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=4049658578084997580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4049658578084997580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4049658578084997580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-routine.html' title='The Last Routine'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SRRNge8OLdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qICr2XH7-jc/s72-c/DSC03609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-4038322101929338202</id><published>2008-11-03T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:18:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Ne-Yo &amp; Jay Chou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Forget about lyrics like "Ho! Grab a bottle and ride wif me, biatch!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;This is Ne-Yo. 1 thing which is so special him is that, every songs of his is all about relationships, all types of problems, guy and gal affections, and basically anything else about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6bLtmrQ_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZFVqMgeSe3U/s1600-h/Ne-Yo+-+In+My+Own+Words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6bLtmrQ_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZFVqMgeSe3U/s320/Ne-Yo+-+In+My+Own+Words.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264315639965369330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;His first album, In My Own Words is really quite good. Fell in love with it after just after about twice to thrice listening to it. 4 stars/5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6bLSHXbLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qLnwZUrb8ts/s1600-h/MusicCatalog_N_Ne-Yo+-+Because+Of+You_Ne-Yo+-+Because+Of+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6bLSHXbLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qLnwZUrb8ts/s320/MusicCatalog_N_Ne-Yo+-+Because+Of+You_Ne-Yo+-+Because+Of+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264315632586288306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Second album, Because Of You dropped a little bit I feel. But still kinda liked it, but not as good as his 1st album. 3/5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6bLayWmlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MwlS8azPHz0/s1600-h/Ne-Yo_-_Year_of_The_Gentleman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6bLayWmlI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MwlS8azPHz0/s320/Ne-Yo_-_Year_of_The_Gentleman.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264315634914073170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6bLpNwp8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/nNGzQBNXaG0/s1600-h/ne-yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6bLpNwp8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/nNGzQBNXaG0/s320/ne-yo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264315638787123138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The latest album, the third one, is Year of the Gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Personally, it's the best album to me. 4.5/5. The title of the album might give you an impression that Ne-Yo is praising himself and being proud, but actually it's the opposite. In this album, he emphasizes on the strength of woman and he respects them alot. The song "Miss Independent" as you hear in the radio tells you that. He even realise his guiltiness in the song "Why Does She Stay" and he specially dedicates the song "Single" to all the single woman listening to that song as it plays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;That's what I like about him. He respects woman, his lyrics are beautiful and meaningful, and I admire that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Anwyay I don't think anyone would REALLY care about this review anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Talk about albums, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capricorn_%28album%29"&gt;Jay Chou's "Capricorn"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capricorn_%28album%29"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;is so-so only I feel. I like the tracks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;2. "Give Me A Song's Time (Gěi Wǒ Yì Shǒu Gē De Shí Jiān)", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;6. "Where Is The Promised Happiness (Shuō Hăo De Xìng Fú Ne)", &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;9. "Time Machine (Shí Guāng Jī)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;the most. Personally I feel track 6 is the best in this album. It's somewhat similar to the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; "Dandelion's Promise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; (Pú Gōng Yīng De Yuē Dìng)" taken from his previous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Run_%28Jay_Chou_album%29"&gt;"On The Run" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;album. Other than that, tracks 1, 4, 7 &amp;amp; 11 are not bad as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;(I'm a fan of Jay as well, if you don't know. I don't listen to Chinese songs, except for him. When I listen to Chinese songs, I only listen to his songs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Personally to me, few of his all time favourite songs are "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Heart's Rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; (Xīn Yǔ)" from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Still_Fantasy"&gt;"Still Fantasy"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;"Blue And White Porcelain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; (Qīng Huā Cí)", and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;"I'm Not Worthy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; (Wǒ Bú Pèi)", both from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Run_%28Jay_Chou_album%29"&gt;"On The Run"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Gotta say, although most of the time I don't understand what he's singing, but the reason I like him is about the same as his fans, which is I feel he's very emotional when it comes to his low tempo songs, his music integrated perfectly with his voice, and he has a humble personality in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anyway, that's all about my review of these 2 artists. I'm off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-4038322101929338202?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/4038322101929338202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=4038322101929338202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4038322101929338202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4038322101929338202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-ne-yo-jay-chou.html' title='Of Ne-Yo &amp; Jay Chou'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6bLtmrQ_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZFVqMgeSe3U/s72-c/Ne-Yo+-+In+My+Own+Words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-4882641844970929583</id><published>2008-11-03T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:21:57.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Producks"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;If you ever noticed, there's alot of local product's brand names that sounds so spoofing to the famous, giant brands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;For example, in the hypermarket, we got Cream-O that looks alot like Oreo based on their packaging and also the look of the cookie itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6UKL0F3hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gS3JYsk_GWk/s1600-h/DSC03595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6UKL0F3hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gS3JYsk_GWk/s320/DSC03595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264307917133569554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6UKdZ7FEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GDVDRnHOsnU/s1600-h/DSC03596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6UKdZ7FEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GDVDRnHOsnU/s320/DSC03596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264307921855648834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There's also ChipsPlus &amp;amp; ChipsMore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6UKsFCapI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KgUlEPHe2wY/s1600-h/DSC03597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6UKsFCapI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KgUlEPHe2wY/s320/DSC03597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264307925794581138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;There's also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://www.asadi.com.my/about.htm"&gt;Asadi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; that sounds alot like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" href="http://www.adidas.com/com/homepage.asp"&gt;Adidas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, which to add the "unoriginality" of that, if you compare these 2 logos by the respect of their fonts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOSeVIvJY7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/035i-t7Fi-c/s1600-h/toplogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOSeVIvJY7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/035i-t7Fi-c/s320/toplogo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252497151380513714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOSeAGc_MUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/66UuokJWSG0/s1600-h/adidas_logo01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOSeAGc_MUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/66UuokJWSG0/s320/adidas_logo01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252496789990224194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;It gives me an impression that these products are trying to be as successful as those well-known brands. But I feel that's not the right way cuz it sound n look so....unoriginal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But lastly, I noticed this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOShjBAnoBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vCXFKZqdSr8/s1600-h/DSC03569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOShjBAnoBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vCXFKZqdSr8/s320/DSC03569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252500688359366674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Straight away we know it rhymes with Oral-B, but I feel it sounds kinda weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway, this post are just thought from random and there's nothing much to emphasize on them. Just touch n go. And this post may be lame, I know. And it's actually a waaay back post...back to a few weeks ago cuz I don't have enough resources to post them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-4882641844970929583?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/4882641844970929583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=4882641844970929583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4882641844970929583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4882641844970929583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/11/producks.html' title='&quot;Producks&quot;'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SQ6UKL0F3hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gS3JYsk_GWk/s72-c/DSC03595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-2981365618278403517</id><published>2008-10-28T21:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:19:10.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Vanessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1. What is the relationship of you and her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ She's my friend AND an ex-colleague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ cute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ friendly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ kind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;~3. The most memorable things she/he had done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ the only person hu gave me the nickname 'Chiken Little Gor Gor'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;4. The most memorable things she/he have said to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ she called me the nickname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;5. If she/he become your lover, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ appreciate her because she's one of a kind girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;6. If she/he become your enemy, you will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ she's that type that will never be my enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;7. If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ reducing her emo-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ she's possessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on her/him is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ to love her. as a friend, i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;10. The overall impression of her/him is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;11. How do you think the people around you feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ depends on what group of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;13. What do you hate about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ physically lack of height n weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;14. The most ideal person that you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ my future wife who's non existent yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;15. For the people who care about you and like you, say something to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~ for everyone, take good care of yourself and drink more water cuz it's very hot these few days thanks to global warming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ten people to tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;~ Cally&lt;br /&gt;~ Mei Mei&lt;br /&gt;~ David&lt;br /&gt;~ Hayley&lt;br /&gt;~ Siew Lee&lt;br /&gt;~ Andrew&lt;br /&gt;~ Jas Khor&lt;br /&gt;~ Pei Anne&lt;br /&gt;~ Amy&lt;br /&gt;~ Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~ Mei Mei...someone from the lecture hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;No.3 a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~ David...XY genetic chromosome arrangement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;If no.7 and no.10 were together, would it be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~ Jas &amp;amp; Elaine...they're both females and they don't know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;How about no.5 and 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;~ Siew Lee &amp;amp; Pei Anne...same as above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;What is no.1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;~ Cally... A levels! same as mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Is no.4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;~ no, definately no. because she's my bro's gf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Say something about no.6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;~ Andrew...holy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's all. Goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P/S: for those names who're mentioned on top, it's not a must to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-2981365618278403517?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/2981365618278403517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=2981365618278403517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/2981365618278403517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/2981365618278403517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-vanessa.html' title='Tagged by Vanessa'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-3308126677935410469</id><published>2008-10-25T13:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:36:50.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bad Boys" VS "Mr Nice Guys"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;There's a saying goes "Nice guys finish last". Sometimes I wonder if this quotation is really true. Apparently it is. I find this topic as very interesting actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"[According to McDaniel (2005), popular culture and dating advice "suggest that women claim they want a 'nice guy' because they believe that that is what is expected of them when, in reality, they want the so-called 'challenge' that comes with dating a not-so-nice guy."]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Extracted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nice_guy"&gt;Wikipedia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The problem with being a "nice guy" is that, generally, woman don't find them attractive. This is especially they're at this age around 17, 18, 19, 20 and the early 20s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;At this age, do you think girls prefer "bad boys" who are confident, attractive, sexy, playful, talkative, funny and exciting rather than "nice guys" who are relatively shy, less talkative, doesn't joke much and more to a caring, sensitve and attentive kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In other words, those "bad boys" are more flirtatious and more aggressive towards their converations and interactions with girls, compared to the opposite party who're more conservative and more respectful towards girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Personally, I would say that the former wins- if the girls are looking more for a short term, "click straight away" kind of relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;There's a quotation cited as "girls just wanna have fun". Yeah, I mean, at this age, 18-19 years, which girl doesn't want to be constantly entertained by a humorous and funny boyfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Another line from Wikipedia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Some women offered flattering interpretations of the nice guy, characterizing him as committed, caring, and respectful of women. The young immature majority, however, emphasized more negative aspects, considering the nice guy to be boring, lacking confidence, and unattractive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It kinda sums up that these "bad boys" are more looking forward to short-term relationship without really thinking about their future, whereas the "nice guys" tends to be more loyal, more committed and would do his best to sustain a long term relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ironic to say "nice guys finish last", however, they don't always lose. At the end of the day, in the end, if both opposing guys are battling for a long term relationship, the "nice guys" tend to survive it better based on their general properties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm not sure how true it is. However, statistically, sadly, AT THIS AGE, it's true that girls do prefer the "bad boys". I'm pretty sure some of you might disagree though, and this post might be controversial. You can argue all you like. However, these are facts. Nothing much to deny that. For me, personally, I'm [starting to] feel it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Take note that I'm not pointing this to anyone or myself. This is just a general post without criticizing anyone, anyhow. However, if you would ask me whether I'm categorized as a "bad boy" or a "nice guy", judging by the traits and properties of both parties, I feel I'm more to the latter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;...And I'm quite sure some of you might've heard people say "That's it! No more Mr Nice Guy!" because they're too frustrated by the way they're being treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;For me, I would NOT say that...yet. (Not for now, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-3308126677935410469?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/3308126677935410469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=3308126677935410469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/3308126677935410469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/3308126677935410469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-boys-vs-mr-nice-guys.html' title='&quot;Bad Boys&quot; VS &quot;Mr Nice Guys&quot;'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-8947026557807897076</id><published>2008-10-21T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:54:31.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three-Sum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;First of all I'm sorry for the voidness of updates in these few days. Well, not like I don't wanna update, it's just that the stupid DSL kept blinking. Really having lousy connections in these 2 days. And I'm thankful that at least it's just started to function more stabily now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, in this post I'll touch about what happened in the previous days, impressions of me being upset about certain issues, and focus ahead of the upcoming weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Last few days had been average. Even today actually, is arguably the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The weekend is dull and boring. Arguably due to the crappy internet connection. Besides, I'm not like a person who loves watching TV and can go on all day sitting on the couch staring the box. Astro is really kinda shitty on EVERY weekends, especially during the afternoon. I don't know bout you guys la, but all of those programmes doesn't suit me at all. Premier movies at night are also dumby. HBO premiered Georgia Rule on Sunday- starred by Lindsay Lohan. I hate her, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Also, it's very routine and gloomy due to the rainy days and it can only be summarised by a word- boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Yesterday is Monday. There's nothing much to talk bout yesterday really, as my class finished on 11. I feel it's too early. Today finished at 12. Tomorrow suddenly jumps to 4pm. Lousy schedule i feel. Anyway, back to today, I'm late for 8am Physics class. Reached DK only 1/2 an hour later. Not that I intended to be late, but my car pool friend is late. Other than that I got nothing else to comment on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;About impressions that I'm upset with what happened regarding the 'girl' I mentioned about in the previous 2 posts, I would say that it doesn't affect me at all- in any way. There's no such thing whereby I have impressions of being jealous or wat, not at all. It's just a touch-n-go comment on them, nothing more than that. So Cal, don't misunderstood okay... I'm perfectly fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lastly, the final test will be on from 11 to 14/15 I think. It's not a big test or wat, nothing too serious about that. However, If I DO fail, that will be a problem especially when it comes to the Parents-Lecturers Day. The main cause for concern is Maths. A MAJOR concern. I also don't know how I'm gonna actually sit there alone and do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nonetheless, at least the lecturer, Miss Melissa gave tips today. So that would be a cause for optimism. Other than that, I feel I can only start concentrating seriously on Chemistry &amp;amp; Physics only a week before the test, as it looks like I don't have the "exam pressure" yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Anway, sorry if this post bores you, as that's how the nature my life is now in these few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bye and take good care of yourself =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-8947026557807897076?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/8947026557807897076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=8947026557807897076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/8947026557807897076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/8947026557807897076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-sum.html' title='Three-Sum'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-7793890322429588636</id><published>2008-10-16T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:28:54.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brigette!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;This is what you get when you skip tutorial classes at TAR College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SPdTaZQJqsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AOCuiiZkocQ/s1600-h/DSC03585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SPdTaZQJqsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AOCuiiZkocQ/s320/DSC03585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257762802898676418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Click for clearer view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;They send the letters directly to your house, with either your father/mother's name on it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Apparently, if you miss more than 1 tutorial class in a month, you're gonna get it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story: Don't skip more than once. One per month is OK.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I missed those classes is that, it's on Wednesday, the day I got 1 Chemistry tutorial, 2 General Paper tutorials, 1 Maths Applied lecture, 1 Physics tutorial and finally 1 Maths Applied tutorial. Basically all the tutorials crammed up in a day in which the Maths Applied tutorial is on 3-4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;By that time, it's already tiring + lose concentration + I don't do Maths homework + I hate maths + I have to walk to LRT station to go KL Central, change to KTM, wait for the train, then travel to Segambut where finally I have to walk another 25 mins to reach home. That adds up to about 1 hour 15 mins from the train at LRT station. Very sien 1 okayyy....... understand abit laa...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I don't plan to skip anymore lah, as the test will commence in 3 weeks time, plus at least Miss Evelyn is one of the better looking lecturers at TARC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To other things, few are acknowledged that the other day, I made a card to someone for her birthday. Her name is Brigette. It's actually my first time making a card for someone on the person's birthday. It took quite much longer than I expected to complete it. I bought those papers in the evening, and started work at around 9.30pm. The inside of the card itself it took very long. By the time wanted to do the cover of the card, before I knew it, it's already 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SPdTaHYmBCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sTQLJOb32EE/s1600-h/DSC03584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SPdTaHYmBCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sTQLJOb32EE/s320/DSC03584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257762798102250530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Progress at 12:04am, 15 Oct 08, her birthdate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thankfully, for the very first time, my class on Wednesday this week started on 11am, unlike the other 8am classes. So I woke up at 7.30am, and continued doing it and at last it's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Sorry lah I didn't manage to take pictures of the end product of the card because I didn't thought of it + I don't have time for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; In the end I'm fairly happy with the card, and I really hope she'll like it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nonetheless, I feel it's a hard work paid off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all, why not?&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/2113214503068481643-7793890322429588636?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/7793890322429588636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=7793890322429588636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7793890322429588636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/7793890322429588636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-brigette.html' title='Happy Birthday Brigette!'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SPdTaZQJqsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AOCuiiZkocQ/s72-c/DSC03585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-4379090949640712109</id><published>2008-10-11T00:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:48:13.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About  Love &amp; Attractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SPBZIAf3O0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/MZ8NYzOgpeM/s1600-h/Love_by_koden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SPBZIAf3O0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/MZ8NYzOgpeM/s320/Love_by_koden2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255798759248837442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to write, but initially I duno wat to write, then I asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/25260298"&gt;Kei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; for opinions la, she said write bout girls, frens, daily life n funny things wor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I honestly feel there's nothing much to spit out at this moment (or these few days) cuz life is just isn't happening enough. Not like I'm a person who likes to write about what I did da whole day, from listing who I went out with la, go where la, this la, that la. Not like I'm reporting about the day. But the truth is that there's nothing much happening to me lately. Good and bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;However, apparently there's alot of things happening AROUND me, from people who broke off from relationships to people who juz started new love. For the couple who disintegrated, I feel kinda sorry for the male because apparently it's the female who discharged herself under pathetic reason. Honestly speaking, she attracted me with her appearence once in the very early times since the semester commenced. But no. Not now, not few months ago, no more already. Nevertheless, I feel the guy have enough quality in terms of appearence to attract his opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;For the couple who juz got together, well I don't know exactly how many people around me who got off to their relationships lately, but this particular couple it's kinda significant and "something to talk about" as the girl is, well, I think it's fair for me to say that she's one of the best looking ones in the DK. And I feel people will agree with me. (DK stands for Dewan Kuliah for those who don't know ; a lecture hall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;For the guy, I describe him as lucky. Really, it's a must to treasure, take care and appreciate her. And to you who feels you're the one I'm emphasizing about, congratulations and have great times ahead. Well, you will anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, to other things, talk bout girls, to be honest, they can only get better. A glance around the college will tell you that. They tend to know much better to dress up, and outstand themselves. Some of them are which I describe them as "head turners" ; Some keeps you wondering whether they're pretty or not when you look at them from far or in a position whereby you can't really see their faces clearly ; Some have high sex appeal - Sex appeal doesn't exactly mean only their tight, short clothes, it's combined with the way they look and the eye contact they give you ; Some are cute and gives you the "please-take-care-of-me" look ; While some are just typical "leng luis" in which usually the Chinese guys describe as ; And lastly there's the categorically few ones whom I want to be with them for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm sorry if I offended anyone, but it's just the way guys are. This is because apparently, the fact is that, not to mean anything, but most of the readers here are ladies - am I right to say so? It's human nature for males to look at females anyway - and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lastly, the final test for this year will be conducted in merely a month, and honestly i haven't actually really study anything yet - especially maths, which i got 7D for SPM. Great huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nonetheless, I feel I can do Chemistry and Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Probably not.&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/2113214503068481643-4379090949640712109?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/4379090949640712109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=4379090949640712109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4379090949640712109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4379090949640712109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-love-attractions.html' title='About  Love &amp; Attractions'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SPBZIAf3O0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/MZ8NYzOgpeM/s72-c/Love_by_koden2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-6811822503079092859</id><published>2008-10-07T22:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:26:45.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm back to college!... or shall I say, college is back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The fact that after a week break, the thing that matters most is not that I go back to college, see friends, study, and so on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The more important thing is that people from all around the diplomas are back after a few weeks of holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tarc.edu.my/"&gt;TARC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; is not TARC when those people are not around, if you know what I mean. So used to having multicellular organisms with genetic chromosome arrangement of XX walking around. But when their holidays started, poof! it's like college has lost it's gloss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But now the fact is that they're back, the fact is that it's alot more interesting there, and certainly the overall environment and atmosphere lingering around the college have improved massively. I'm sorry, but college is kinda dull when it's not in the "full team". Teehee!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, the other day I just bought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.yearofthegentleman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Year of the Gentleman&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; At last...And on the same day bought the much awaited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.fifa09.ea.com/uk"&gt;FIFA09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. And on the same day watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://www.eagleeyemovie.com/"&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. All in 1u. Eagle Eye does not dissapoint at all. It's really good. 4.5/5. Certainly 1 of the best movies I've watched this year. Niway thanks to&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/81148057"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rodney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for da ride. I owe u aite man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It's 11.08pm now. Gotta go do Chem tutorial. Mr David Loh's class tomorrow. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Adios warm-blooded creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-6811822503079092859?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/6811822503079092859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=6811822503079092859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/6811822503079092859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/6811822503079092859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/10/college-returns.html' title='College Returns'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-3543961257664514278</id><published>2008-10-06T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:50:47.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Cally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Donnid to tag other people lah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Basically the people I wanted to tag have been tag by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" href="http://truesunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; and company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Summore it's so long, packed with 100 questions lol...who would've take time to do it...unless the person is really free lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyway;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Most of da time stayed at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Juz came back from market after fetching mum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A year ago??? when a couple of kittens I adopted sumwhere died =(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;70% yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Being able to travel around the world. As if.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Comforter, which I have 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;9. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hmm..."miss u"? perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nope but the fact is that relationships ARE complicated whether u like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wall-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My own style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;15. What does the oldest message in your inbox says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;How could I remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I can't recall that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Egg tart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Chicken Wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Wingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-Chicken Little Gor Gor (lol thx to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" href="http://imchocoholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vanessa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Put on ur alarm k...Mayb i'll play [foot]ball oso...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Around 12.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;60% happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Night...none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I should be sleeping cuz it's already 1am now as tomoro's class is at 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Unknown number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;28. Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Precisely once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Untolerable egoness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Not now. Honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;If money can buy me out of jail, wouldn't affect my records, possibly. Well maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of : talk is cheap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Why isit so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didn't die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Biologically, no. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nope no profile song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Moments ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;44. What are you listening right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nop no songs cuz tv is on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Worst question ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Depends on which aspect of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes. But not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Guitar? piano? drum? But I don't learn them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Leaving the internet connection and cables on while it's thunderstorm outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;51. What are you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Watching Sunderland vs Arsenal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nothing to be happy about, yet nothing to whine/complain about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;None accurately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nopez. Not for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cantonese, Malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;57. Favourite website(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lazy to list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;58. What's your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wing. That's how Chicken Wing came from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;College, sleep, eat, on9, sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Y would I wanna die wif sum1 else....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Desa Parkcity to jog, mamak, market, CC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Football, shooting, action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend and love, who will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Depends on situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Another dumb question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SK Kepong Baru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange, Black, Cyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;=).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;For me to live with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Think bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No time to MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ne-Yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Neutral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1.26am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;77. What kind of person do u think the one who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Optimistic! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Naturally black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Because sum1 purposedly went to my chat box n asked me to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;From 23 to 28?? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To travel around the world and do the things I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Rainbows DO exist after a rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To travel around the world. AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Main goal is to improve myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;No. Love is too uncertain to be eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Being able to free myself sumwhere n not thinking about any problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;91.What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dissapointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Family, friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Money. Family. Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What u mean bring?? I'll bring "ka chang"s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Squandered the chance to cherish the best love of my life so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I gotta be independent. Everyone has to be that one day. (if that happens...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;100. HOW DO U FEEL NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;At last, done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Good nite people, or if you're reading this at noon/evening, good day and take care =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-3543961257664514278?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/3543961257664514278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=3543961257664514278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/3543961257664514278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/3543961257664514278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-cally.html' title='Tagged by Cally'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-8542520779212363553</id><published>2008-10-04T21:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:49:32.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interests Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Frankly, there's little to update these days. I'm not feeling very well, been having a slight flu, and internet connection is unstable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The other day my bro was using the comp while it's drizzling outside, and out of nowhere, suddenly a bright light flashed outside and bang! a loud noise emerged from the modem. All the electrical appliances went out as the fuse is activated. And you know what's next lah, the modem is totaled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Thankfully, there's a spare modem which acts as backup. If not, I wouldn't know what to do at home in these boring few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;On Friday I skipped Physics &amp;amp; Applied Maths classes, sorry la I don't mean to skip Physics but it's just so "not-in-the-mood" to study especially during the holiday week. Haihz. During that week some of my friends go Japan la, Penang la, Malacca la, here and there. Damn I don't know when was da last time I get outta this neighbourhood, and have fun sumwhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And believe it or not, I've NEVER been on a plane before, not even once in my 18 years of  living so far. So yeah, forget about Japan, forget about Europe. Not untill probably 5-10 years from now. And that's when work fo my own living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Anyway, to other things, I can't wait to buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.fifa09.ea.com/uk"&gt;FIFA 09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It's certainly the best football game of the year and clearly the best FIFA series ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOduSy4pEII/AAAAAAAAAFY/b9Sx673h9yA/s1600-h/947073_20080701_screen008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOduSy4pEII/AAAAAAAAAFY/b9Sx673h9yA/s320/947073_20080701_screen008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253288759527018626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOdwCYfKSWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Rtdl_FzWAiA/s1600-h/947073_20080922_screen001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOdwCYfKSWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Rtdl_FzWAiA/s320/947073_20080922_screen001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253290676586170722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mentioning about games, people might think I'm a person that don't play &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" href="http://dota-allstars.com/"&gt;DOTA&lt;/a&gt;, especially the guys from college. Well, probably because the game is vastly played by those typical Chinese guys, which I'm not. I actually played that game alot during my Form2 &amp;amp; Form 3 years, but since Form 4 I started not to play it, and nowadays I dun play anymore because I don't feel addicted to it, and I prefer single-player games now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Since it's already 9.35PM now, I gotta get to bath and get ready for the Arsenal's game against Sunderland at 10PM. I'm a huge Arsenal fan if you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And &lt;a href="http://truesunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cally&lt;/a&gt;, bout da tag thing, I'm gonna publish it up in the upcoming post, alright? ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Bye and take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-8542520779212363553?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/8542520779212363553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=8542520779212363553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/8542520779212363553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/8542520779212363553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/10/interests.html' title='Interests Part I'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOduSy4pEII/AAAAAAAAAFY/b9Sx673h9yA/s72-c/947073_20080701_screen008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-3082159584179234756</id><published>2008-10-01T15:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:20:05.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;While my birthday is on the 25th Sept, my mum's on 30th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;So, my family &amp;amp; I went to the Happy City Steamboat restaurant yesterday, located directly behind the famous Happy City food court at Metro Prima, Kepong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMlhxc7G7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qkRzXPk5bPc/s1600-h/DSC03564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMlhxc7G7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qkRzXPk5bPc/s320/DSC03564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252082852584692658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The special thing about the steamboat is that, behind the normal tom-yam + normal soup pot, is a pot of plain porridge for u to put those raw foods in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Another thing about the steamboat is their Seafood package, which costs RM118.00 for 5  person. That's about RM23.60 per person. However, that's never enough for 7 of us, therefore we ordered a few of the normal sets which totaled the bill up to about RM180.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Kinda recommended as the prawns in the Seafood set is very fresh, as it's still jumping around when the workers brought them to our table lol. So while they're still jumping around we juz threw them into the soup and porridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Ouch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;After that, we went home and my sis bought a "a special" cake from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.secretrecipe.com.my/"&gt;Secret Recipe.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;What so special about the cake? it's a combination of 7 types of completely different cheese cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMlh0Je-NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aMEGILckC-0/s1600-h/DSC03565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMlh0Je-NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aMEGILckC-0/s320/DSC03565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252082853308463314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Not your ordinary birthday cakes =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Since there's only 7 of us, &amp;amp; the portion of those normal RM70-RM80 whole cake is probably too much for us, so that'll just do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMliBA4gdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WfGdMChXb_c/s1600-h/DSC03568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMliBA4gdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WfGdMChXb_c/s320/DSC03568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252082856762048978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And that's about it. Talking bout birthdays, I would like to thank everyone who wished me, from SMSes, Friendster, Facebook, MSN, their blogs to people who wished me at college. Also, happy belated birthday to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/38882922"&gt;Dwight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/29304001"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Yasini&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/shuying927"&gt;Shu Ying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;, and a few others librans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Moving on the some other things, the other day I went Old Town with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/26286288"&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/lx1990"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;, in which I ordered Blackcurrent Yogurt Smoothie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMlhyc9cYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OwB-KF8AEKg/s1600-h/DSC03561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMlhyc9cYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OwB-KF8AEKg/s320/DSC03561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252082852853281154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMu0RxMZyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LypChLfmeo4/s1600-h/DSC03560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMu0RxMZyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LypChLfmeo4/s320/DSC03560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252093066101942050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Other than that, there's nothing much special happening these days, but the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.eagleeyemovie.com/"&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;is a must-watch-no-matter-what sumwher in these holidays. Personally, I feel it's really anticipating. Untill then, goodbye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-3082159584179234756?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/3082159584179234756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=3082159584179234756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/3082159584179234756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/3082159584179234756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthdayagain.html' title='Happy Birthday...again!'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOMlhxc7G7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qkRzXPk5bPc/s72-c/DSC03564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-4732947543079940891</id><published>2008-09-29T14:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:50:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Family~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOB-2MSSXuI/AAAAAAAAADA/BMvfKFhnmKI/s1600-h/DSC02058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOB-2MSSXuI/AAAAAAAAADA/BMvfKFhnmKI/s320/DSC02058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251336634989960930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;2 days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCAr5xVkgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FB60gUpTnjY/s1600-h/P9140421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCAr5xVkgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FB60gUpTnjY/s320/P9140421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251338657244484098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Brandon Lim Kien Khin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Born on 21st July 2008 (bout a lil bit more than 2 months old now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who is he?? haha...none other than my beloved nephew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;He's my sister's 1st child since she got married in 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Obviously, everyone in the family is happy lately, including relatives and friends of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCAr7fqY3I/AAAAAAAAADY/6pQPkeDUER0/s1600-h/P8230334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCAr7fqY3I/AAAAAAAAADY/6pQPkeDUER0/s320/P8230334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251338657707221874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOB1URSWiuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T7M0s5Gpev4/s1600-h/DSC03551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOB1URSWiuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/T7M0s5Gpev4/s320/DSC03551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251326156612209378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Especially for my parents, they seem more jovial and halcyon since he's born. You can sense the joy in the atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCGuosKfWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6aB43mQUWr8/s1600-h/P8160228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCGuosKfWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6aB43mQUWr8/s320/P8160228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251345301268757858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I mean of course-lah, the last time there was a baby AT HOME is year 1990, whereby the baby they carry that time was me! and that's about 18 years already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(and at last I'm not the youngest at home anymore, which is a good thing...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCAsIATreI/AAAAAAAAADg/fItIMe9PMvg/s1600-h/P9150425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCAsIATreI/AAAAAAAAADg/fItIMe9PMvg/s320/P9150425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251338661065371106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCArp_pl0I/AAAAAAAAADI/i9ylS3zH2f0/s1600-h/DSC03552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCArp_pl0I/AAAAAAAAADI/i9ylS3zH2f0/s320/DSC03552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251338653009549122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And if you wonder how my sis n her husband look like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCA4H44KkI/AAAAAAAAADw/LoftjvIwP-4/s1600-h/P9140418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCA4H44KkI/AAAAAAAAADw/LoftjvIwP-4/s320/P9140418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251338867192638018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;...no they're my brother n his girlfriend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://hayleysoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hayley Soh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCA3x9if7I/AAAAAAAAADo/2Tts42FLlo8/s1600-h/P8230343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOCA3x9if7I/AAAAAAAAADo/2Tts42FLlo8/s320/P8230343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251338861306609586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ahh there's my sis n my brother-in-law =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-4732947543079940891?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/4732947543079940891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=4732947543079940891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4732947543079940891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/4732947543079940891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-family.html' title='Happy Family~'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SOB-2MSSXuI/AAAAAAAAADA/BMvfKFhnmKI/s72-c/DSC02058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-5195150139542482305</id><published>2008-09-27T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:54:23.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5Ao_IPDrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NSTLTJuaSCw/s1600-h/1_635199124l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5Ao_IPDrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NSTLTJuaSCw/s320/1_635199124l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250705288445497010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It was 25th of September last Thursday. Guess what... It's my birthday! haha.... co-incidently, it was Vanessa's birthday on 23rd and Adrian's  birthday a day after mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Therefore, some of my best friends at TAR College - Rodney, Mithi, Delinda, Vanessa, Gayathri, Isaac;- or better known as the '7somes', and the likes of Hui Joo, Danny, Su Jing, Ruhil, Edward, Adrian, Mong &amp;amp; Jason planned to celebrate all 3 of our birthdays together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5Ao9kTdoI/AAAAAAAAABY/GzrONCYWCrY/s1600-h/1_355357415l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5Ao9kTdoI/AAAAAAAAABY/GzrONCYWCrY/s320/1_355357415l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250705288026355330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5Apk5daqI/AAAAAAAAABw/3XjFC1SjrdQ/s1600-h/1_497091010l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5Apk5daqI/AAAAAAAAABw/3XjFC1SjrdQ/s320/1_497091010l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250705298584070818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5L2ckJ8iI/AAAAAAAAACA/4G5CldrZgOU/s1600-h/1_500377292l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5L2ckJ8iI/AAAAAAAAACA/4G5CldrZgOU/s320/1_500377292l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250717614313435682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5ApF3SAYI/AAAAAAAAABg/fx8VI0UcAms/s1600-h/1_216778379l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5ApF3SAYI/AAAAAAAAABg/fx8VI0UcAms/s320/1_216778379l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250705290253435266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5ApB-cemI/AAAAAAAAABo/mT0NxXtWndg/s1600-h/1_536113978l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5ApB-cemI/AAAAAAAAABo/mT0NxXtWndg/s320/1_536113978l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250705289209739874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5LkfUqFRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LVbsrmbe_Cw/s1600-h/DSC03539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5LkfUqFRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LVbsrmbe_Cw/s320/DSC03539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250717305816093970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I must say- a big THANK YOU for these people really. You guys are my closest friends at college- no doubt bout that. Honestly, I can't recall when was the last time I blew a cake. I mean, seriously, I've not celebrated my birthday with my family for years already. Probably that time i was 4? 5? 6? years old then. I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;These people are really one of the group of nicest people I've met- no questions bout that. Living at especially a place like TAR College hasn't been as good, particularly I'm handicapped in terms of communication. Well, that is, unlike I have charisma of a friendly person or  "pretty bananas" like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://mmdandelionspromise.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mei Mei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://truesunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; =). -but that apparently doesn't seem to be the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That is why these people are the ones I spend most of my time wif there. Also a special thank you for Hui Joo, Hazel &amp;amp; Danny. This is why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5MgZfXaoI/AAAAAAAAACI/lVpNfUOiKiM/s1600-h/DSC03547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5MgZfXaoI/AAAAAAAAACI/lVpNfUOiKiM/s320/DSC03547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250718335042546306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5MgspmSGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bG6PBYTbIKQ/s1600-h/DSC03548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5MgspmSGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bG6PBYTbIKQ/s320/DSC03548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250718340185737314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5MgqM1QbI/AAAAAAAAACY/TFohkfZqWYY/s1600-h/DSC03549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5MgqM1QbI/AAAAAAAAACY/TFohkfZqWYY/s320/DSC03549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250718339528212914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5MghbtFCI/AAAAAAAAACg/LLfERp3nwp0/s1600-h/DSC03546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5MghbtFCI/AAAAAAAAACg/LLfERp3nwp0/s320/DSC03546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250718337174672418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5Mg9g7MJI/AAAAAAAAACo/FldGD-P0dfA/s1600-h/DSC03545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5Mg9g7MJI/AAAAAAAAACo/FldGD-P0dfA/s320/DSC03545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250718344712761490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glass cup and it's wrapper contributed by Hui Joo, Hazel &amp;amp; Danny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Seriously, I don't know how long it took for Hui Joo to make the card. Every bits of effort and patience. I'm speechless at 1st when I received it really. Thanks again...really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Moving on to other things, I must say that my Chemistry lecturer- Mr David Loh is arguably the best lecturer at TAR College. Unlike some lecturer(s), which I don't have other words to describe them other than lousy, he's really the one that know how to teach and at the same time interacting and controlling the students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For next week's holidays, he planned a special schedule for us to "efficiently" study 10 hours a day as he always want us to do. Here's how:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5PS-Txy7I/AAAAAAAAACw/DZS9VyXkcy4/s1600-h/DSC03540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5PS-Txy7I/AAAAAAAAACw/DZS9VyXkcy4/s320/DSC03540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250721402942770098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Try following the schedule for a day, anyone ;) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-5195150139542482305?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/5195150139542482305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=5195150139542482305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/5195150139542482305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/5195150139542482305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SN5Ao_IPDrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NSTLTJuaSCw/s72-c/1_635199124l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2113214503068481643.post-943409504768731760</id><published>2008-09-27T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:19:55.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interlude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It took me awhile to finally created my own blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be honest, this was really quite a hard work to actually finalise everything, from starting off by thinking and pondering about the suitable title, the publishing name, to da layouts and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the past, after a lengthy period of time writing on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://amigos12345.blogdrive.com/"&gt;The Amigo Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, I'm now finally on my own on expressing on my very own personal blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For your information, if you don't know what's about the Amigos, it's actually a group created which consist of 4 frens, including me, during Form4. The blog had actually raised alot of dramas n controversials, as it contain some really harsh languages, some difficult to swallow straight-to-the-point stuffs, and so on. 1 of the Amigos now already left to London, whereas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://walk-his-way.blogspot.com/"&gt;1 of them started his own blog about Jesus and holy thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, and another went M.I.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the past IS the past, whereby thinking back bout it, v seem so childish arguing about things that don't matter really. It's practically pointless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Less about the past, now basically the title of this blog, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_My_Own_Words"&gt;In My Own Words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" is actually an album name, much of the courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.neyoworld.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.yearofthegentleman.com/"&gt;Ne-Yo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I'm quite a big fan of him, simply because of his music and especially lyrics that attracts me the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The publishing name of this blog, "beneath-those-masks" is actually inspired by the concept of dramas, whereby people pratically act in plays. The nature of actors/actress being sad, happy, nervous, terrified, etc are all fake in real world. Therefore, beneath-those-masks actually reflects my true emotions, my sincere perspectives, and my genuine feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You might see me being happy all the time, cause arguably people say I actually do smile alot. You might think I'm practically a happy-go-lucky person, but deep down, I know at times I'm being pushed against my own limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While others think that way, some might feel I'm cocky/lansi/chuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This, I feel is basically due to my nature of being a quiet person and doesn't talk much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What I can comment is that, I'm super weak in mandarin, I can hardly even understand a deeper-meaning sentence that comes out of ur mouth at times. Ironically, to add to that, I admit I'm not a person particularly good in socialising or communicating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My close/true frens that I've been known since secondary school will know what kind of person I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the issue of me being, well, probably a too quiet person, this blog might significantly change the perspectives people have on me-maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's about the introduction of this blog. There's alot more to come, definately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be honest, there's already a few attempts before this whereby I tried blogging other than Blogspot, but those attempts didn't really work out cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm lazy to update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those sites are not convenient to use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&amp;amp; I'm basically not serious / not enough motivation / no inspiration to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;However, this time I'm confident this blog will be updated fairly frequently and constantly, probably MAYBE about 2-3 posts per week. But this is to the respect of whether I got things to write, whether I'm free enough, mood, &amp;amp; so on lah =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2113214503068481643-943409504768731760?l=beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/feeds/943409504768731760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2113214503068481643&amp;postID=943409504768731760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/943409504768731760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2113214503068481643/posts/default/943409504768731760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneath-those-masks.blogspot.com/2008/09/interlude.html' title='Interlude'/><author><name>Luke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09743291972626371622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HMTAlf-Z8fM/SfSGY1EsYUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/LypKADUUYI4/S220/DSC00157.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
