<?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-5808510601696431040</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:27:15.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That car knocked me from behind so hard, I woke up the next day thinking...</title><subtitle type='html'>“hey, at least I’m a couple of feet ahead now!”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-8956835232000680194</id><published>2008-12-11T23:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:04:15.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>under maintenance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://euroy.blogspot.com/"&gt;euroy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;is currently under maintenance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;and will be up and running very soon : )&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/5808510601696431040-8956835232000680194?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/8956835232000680194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=8956835232000680194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/8956835232000680194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KJsEdPU7bI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KJsEdPU7bI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-_dSimdd9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-_dSimdd9c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T-BaNTCcFYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-3270152095210832016</id><published>2008-08-18T17:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:16:47.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one long long journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146769_4488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146769_4488.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey there, for those who don't know, I'm safe and sound in the states right now. so where do i start now..ah, the day i left, at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried! zomgwtf!!! i myself for once can't believe this. i admit I'm not really a very emotional person, but i really cant believe i cried the day my friends and family(f&amp;amp;f) sent me off at the airport. But i can explain!! really! I was all well, holding back my tears when the time had finally come for us to enter the gates and part with our f&amp;amp;f's.&lt;br /&gt;Then.. i saw the dumb ass jon yee crying! that was when my tears was finally irrepressible and started rolling down my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SKtUKK46nfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JB44PMJzSNA/s1600-h/n508621626_1146772_5597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SKtUKK46nfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JB44PMJzSNA/s400/n508621626_1146772_5597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236371525446835698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was still okay i guess, for letting a few tears roll down your eyes on the day you leave your loved ones and be apart from them for thousands of miles. But then i saw my other friend, jin crying too! oh gosh, jin was the oldest among all my friends, and obviously the most matured. even him started crying! and there i knew how much I'll miss them all in msia and that was when eu-roy turned from man to baby. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146767_3758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146767_3758.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just a moment later, all our smiley faces turned sour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ames, Iowa&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://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146775_6712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146775_6712.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired of waiting in the airport already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 27hour long journey, I finally reached Des Moines airport in Iowa! to start with how weird the Americans were, they pronunciated Des Moines as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De Moine. &lt;/span&gt;Please explain to me why they silenced the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S'&lt;/span&gt;. if it were so, then why not Mississippi to just Miiippi? weird!&lt;br /&gt;Lady luck shone upon me that day. i friggin left my knapsack bag in the airport and went on the car headed towards Ames! all my passports, and other important documents were all in it. i didn't really panick, was just depressed. But then i started to pray. It took the driver almost 2 hours to bring me back to the airport because he had other stuff to do..and waala! my bag was left untouched. thank god! (probably because Des Moines airport was so rural that not many people were even there, or on the other hand, people in Iowa is simply friendly! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146780_8609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146780_8609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally! des moines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;''Cultural Shock''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eople often wonder why are most of the Americans obese. and i finally found out when i arrived here. Its not really the fastfood, i would say. But generally the food in which they take! I've been here for a few days, and alr worrying that i would turn fat. All i see in which what the Americans eat is burgers / sandwiches. Don't you for a second think sandwiches are healthy, because what they add into the sandwiches are cheese/mayo/mustard/ etc. To top it all up, every other restaurant here serves you bottomless soft drinks. you have pepsi, sprite, mountain dew, dr pepper (- -?), etcetc, and of course, coke. Well if drinking at the restaurants aint enough, theres always Walmart where you can get 18 500ml bottles of DIET COKE for just 10 dollars. Diet coke, my ass!  But you can't really blame them, because the weather here is really dry and when u cant find water, theres soft drinks everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SKtR3TjsdPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KGIyUimiVtM/s1600-h/IMG_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SKtR3TjsdPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KGIyUimiVtM/s400/IMG_0641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236369002332976370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SKtRvh0-DtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QylfBuMPLf8/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SKtRvh0-DtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QylfBuMPLf8/s400/IMG_0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236368868724575954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random&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://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146786_1009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146786_1009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frederiksen court 72. the place i live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146795_4674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146795_4674.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;random places in campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146796_5088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146796_5088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146806_9665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146806_9665.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146804_8776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v299/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1146804_8776.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;losing in volleyball to the locals. girls somemore! (school team okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/5808510601696431040-3270152095210832016?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/3270152095210832016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=3270152095210832016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/3270152095210832016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/3270152095210832016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-long-long-journey.html' title='one long long journey'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SKtUKK46nfI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JB44PMJzSNA/s72-c/n508621626_1146772_5597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-7759132118082778872</id><published>2008-08-11T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:11:34.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>The road was filled with green traffic lights. Even the red lights were shorter than usual. Our journey was cut short.&lt;br /&gt;Time seemed to fly pass faster than usual these few days. I dare to say it was just like yesterday where i graduated. And today, it's already the day i board the plane to Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amerika-live.de/USA/Iowa/iowa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.amerika-live.de/USA/Iowa/iowa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where a new chapter in my life begins to unfold. The road ahead seems blurry, but i'm pretty determined i'd be able to clarify things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still so many things seem undone, many people i cannot let go of. For 18 years, Malaysia has provided me with shelter and education(though not very brilliant ones). For that, i thank her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Though the status and condition of our country, has never really moved forward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before i write off, let me thank the 2 people that have always showered me with undivided love all these years. My parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v295/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1097207_7394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v295/107/108/508621626/n508621626_1097207_7394.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, i love you. Though i never say, i truly do.&lt;br /&gt;You've always thought me the meaning of being thrifty. I was always easily influenced by others. I wanted so much to be like my friends, being able to buy branded clothes and so on. You never encouraged me to do so, only when it was really cheap. as in, really really cheap -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was this time, i bought a reebok long sleeved shirt for rm50 ?(after discount alr!) u nagged me for the whole day, although i still though it was worth it. Then the following day, we went shopping together and u found me this long sleeved collar shirt for only rm19 after discount. (better quality some more!) i was left speechless.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you, i've truly learned the value of money and how hard every cent is earned and for us to truly treasure it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heres still much much more i've learned from you mum. but i'd have to cut it short. theres still dad remember!? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has always been there for me. To learning how to tie a tie, fashion, etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SKB_NnHruOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XnzRJVPR0h4/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SKB_NnHruOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XnzRJVPR0h4/s400/P1010055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233322638820751586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats not me, its my sis and my dad la. cant find a picture of just me and him haha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People often say, the image of our fathers alternate differently in different stages of our life. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its so true you know!! When i was young, i tried to imitate every thing my father did. Into me teen years, everything my dad said was 'old fashioned' and i turned a deaf ear towards it. Just a couple of years later, i started listening to what my dad had to say and even followed it! His taste of collar shirts, formal shirts, and leather shoes had all influenced me! haha. (one thing of you that's never gonna influence me, smoking! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;h, 1 more person, no way i'd forget her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girls, its not you haha. its my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she made breakfast for me, sew my clothes, took care of me. And not to forget, always the biggest 'angpau' given to me during chinese new years, birthdays, and even good results ; )&lt;br /&gt;Shes the person i'd miss most when i leave for US. Haih, gotta grow up and fix my own meals and iron my own clothes now T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'ve still got many people i would like to thank. high school mates, college friends, friends from outer space etc. But am really too exhausted to do so. Maybe i'll post a shout out for you guys when i really do miss you all during the harsh winter in Iowa hehe =p&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ow, as i embark on my journey, i wish everyone of you in Malaysia, or elsewhere in this world, good luck and all the very best in whatever that lies ahead of us.&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/5808510601696431040-7759132118082778872?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/7759132118082778872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=7759132118082778872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7759132118082778872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7759132118082778872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SKB_NnHruOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XnzRJVPR0h4/s72-c/P1010055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-4234130073931013411</id><published>2008-08-07T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:18:50.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A nation of robots!</title><content type='html'>Hello people! I usually am too lazy to blog so often. But today, i don't blog i cannot!&lt;br /&gt;This is after i read an article in Malaysiakini &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/letters/87307"&gt;here .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta wonder how many dumb asses are out there in our society. The following is parts of the article by Ong Kian Ming which i extracted.&lt;br /&gt;And before this, i feel the necessity to put a disclaimer or i might end up in court =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer : the following contents are based on what i individually think and does not represent or convey any particular message to the general public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I agree wholeheartedly with the new Higher Education Minister Khaled Nordin ‘that allowing university students to join political parties will restrict their development into holistic first-class human capital’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wow, when BN got the support of the nation, they urge students to participate. Now that support for BN is dwindling, participating in political parties will deter us from becoming ''first-class'' people. wtf! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In addition, to fulfill the objective of developing our university students, I hope that the esteemed minister can consider the following proposals. I propose that:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i) The esteemed minister considers banning students from going to &lt;em&gt;mamak&lt;/em&gt; stalls and coffee shops. These are places where nonsensical and unproductive coffee shop 'chatter' takes place, much of it involving the topics of political interest of the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since we do not want our best and brightest to corrupt their ears and to waste their time by listening to this nonsense, we need to ban our students from going to these places.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wtf! mamak stalls and coffee shops are nonsesical unproductive places!!?? then where else can i eat? u think im Abdullah's son in law can afford fancy fancy restaurants day in night out ar?!&lt;br /&gt;and to stop us from ''listening to nonsense such as politics'' - chop of every single ear of ours would be a better solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ii) The esteemed minister considers banning students from watching football matches especially those involving foreign teams. Watching football matches, which lasts for approximately one hour 45 minutes (including the break), and more, if we take into account the prematch and postmatch shows, is an extremely unproductive use of time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our students could use this time more productively, for example, in discussing the latest developments in biotechnology and nanotechnology and in collaborations to build Proton a new hybrid engine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHA. Football is an hour and 45minutes which is waste of time. then what can we do to relax? listen to politicians bicker among themselves and act like monkeys as a form of relaxation? Discuss biotechnology and nanotechnology? sorry la boss! i'm a business major knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In addition, we do not want our young minds to be influenced by the teams of the decadent West who are not only footballers but also flaunt their decadent lifestyles off the field.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How i hope i can emulate the ''decadent western lifestyle'' , because they can afford it FFS!&lt;br /&gt;The only way i can afford it is if i become a politician! hehe=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iii) The esteemed minister considers banning students from watching movies in the cinemas. Watching movies is another big waste of time, time that could be better spent on academic pursuits and developing one's own human capital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You know mr minister. it is from watching movies that i learn how to speak and write more fluently in English. I don't wanna end up like our ex information minister hoho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In addition, many movies produced in the West promote decadent values and values which are not consistent with our Asian culture. For example, we would not want our students to be unduly influenced by the portrayal of vigilante justice and 'cool' criminals in the latest Batman movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;okay then. lets all emulate the BN government. cool and filled with justice. yippee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iv) The esteemed minister considers blocking access to websites such do not promote the development of human capital in all public universities and if possible in all private colleges as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The only websites currently promoting human capital is currently controlled by the government? i suppose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Websites which provide access to disturbing information on matters of little importance such as the &lt;em&gt;BBC&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Malaysiakini&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;New York Times,&lt;/em&gt; should be at the top of such a list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;....i say f**k you. even reading ''The Star'' sickens me nowadays. the content is not objective at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(v) The esteemed minister considers implementing a rule which requires all students in public universities to carry at least one book where ever they go on and off campus. This is so that students do not waste previous time when they are waiting for buses or sitting in their friend's cars or waiting in a queue or even sitting in the john, time that could be spent reading and developing their human capital. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To further encourage this kind of behavior, the esteemed minister should require all public universities to have a monthly contest to reward a 'lucky' student who is seen to be carrying more than five books (either in his or her bag or in his or her hands) in public view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL! okay lah, i carry oxford dictionary and cambridge dictionary sure can win top prize alr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(vi) The esteemed minister considers hiring unemployed graduates from public universities to carry out a massive surveillance plan that would ensure that the above-mentioned rules are followed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There you go! tax payers money well spent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sincerely hope that the esteemed minister considers at least some of my recommendations made above and implement them as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously sir, your planning to build a nation made of robots that will put up with whatever corruption and negligence of the government? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-4234130073931013411?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/4234130073931013411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=4234130073931013411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/4234130073931013411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/4234130073931013411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/08/nation-of-robots.html' title='A nation of robots!'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-2264770505335144931</id><published>2008-08-05T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:22:27.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>prom 08 and clubbing o.0</title><content type='html'>Eu-Roy IS NO LONGER A VIRGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahaa! *suspense*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la, what i meant was i'm no longer a ''clubbing virgin''.&lt;br /&gt;I went to a night club in KL with a big big group of friends after our prom night in gardens mid valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ghreghory.free.fr/Clubbing/clubbing-uk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://ghreghory.free.fr/Clubbing/clubbing-uk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was good, judging from the fact that the money gained from it was given to charity. Errr, what charity, i kinda forgot - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v297/225/5/905275200/n905275200_3861826_2316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v297/225/5/905275200/n905275200_3861826_2316.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paiseh &lt;/span&gt;to say, i was still short of 2months to be able to legally enter a club, but i did anyway. (looks matured ma heh) The club we went to was Maison, and hell it was packed to the brim!!&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the liquor served tasted better than i expected, but i didn't over drink as i still needed to drive me and my group of friends home. Couldn't risk everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing in the club that disturbs me most is, the dance stage in the club. Only ladies were allowed onto that stage, and no MEN at all. DAMN! CANNOT TAKE ''ADVANTAGE'' of the ladies lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats one, but what so disturbing is, i could practically see hordes and hordes of guys dancing right below the dance stage. You know, they were look hungry animals waiting to pounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/26012583_19a16aaa1a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/26012583_19a16aaa1a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pounce on any girl that falls of the dance stage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1244/1410819823_cbf4dc9d08.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1244/1410819823_cbf4dc9d08.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the girls, i noted this from some of my female friends. They said they felt like they were in a zoo, locked in a cage where the males were scrutinizing their every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i hope this cage was open for everyone to play with the animals hehe=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-2264770505335144931?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/2264770505335144931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=2264770505335144931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/2264770505335144931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/2264770505335144931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/08/prom-08-and-clubbing-o0.html' title='prom 08 and clubbing o.0'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-4489231789095555148</id><published>2008-07-24T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T05:07:21.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech-less</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/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SIgdG04nWjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JrnNrzdXNoQ/s1600-h/n751047213_1167164_211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SIgdG04nWjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JrnNrzdXNoQ/s400/n751047213_1167164_211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226459370675984946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(My group mates - Me, Seyen, Philip, Gary's missing cause he had class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech class has finally ended. I'm pretty relieved to be honest. not because i still have speech jitters, but preparing for a speech is pretty tough i would say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank my group mates for being such wonderful people. Without them, I'm sure our final  speech would have reached no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Philip was always late for meetings, didn't finish his work, but somehow, every single time he would get away with it. I don't know why, he just has this face that makes you unable to get mad at him! haha. But his brilliant speech delivery today somehow repaid our efforts though xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the heavy workload to get the final speech outline drafted, I had quite a lot of fun because i was giving a speech on a topic i was enthusiastic about - A New Generation of Voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In speech class, I met many new faces. And we've all turned into friends since. Something i would like to express my feelings with in this post. (its not ''emo'' , don't describe me with that term, i just hate it) Well, basically it's how i feel. So bare with me for a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SIgfd4v7eiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sq7-2qTmb04/s1600-h/n751047213_1167159_9094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SIgfd4v7eiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/sq7-2qTmb04/s400/n751047213_1167159_9094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226461965873543714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of people walk by us every single day, but how many of them actually turn out to be close friends of ours? (shit, speech class has really gotten into me, i even use speech techniques in writing a sentence in my blog! ) erm, the point I would like to make is, that friends are rare and its not often you find friends close enough to you to share everything with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, erm... close friends are rare -___-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me continue with a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;R was in form 1, and R was very close friends with this other boy. They went to recess together, played table tennis together (although R always got his ass kicked by his friend), and enjoyed each others company (not gay la ..!..). Then R's close friend fell in love with this girl, he asked R for help. R did help him, but to no avail. Soon in time, the girl fell for R instead. (R too charming already, cannot blame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh well, R was pretty uncertain at first. But, there was this table tennis competition at that time. R's close friend then joined, R didn't (cause he sucked too much in table tennis, although he improved later on and was capable of playing like a PRO) ok, that's not the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So as R's close friend went for the competition, R took the chance and got together with the girl his close friend liked. WTF! dam 'jin kak' right? (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I also cannot tahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;) But R was so darn stupid, despite the fact that he was just 13 yrs old, he thought he could actually hide his relationship with the girl from his close friend. -.- (R was such an imbecile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yes, his friend soon found out, was so pissed with R, and they never talked to each other since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dear readers, yes, you've guessed it. R in the story, was me. (duh, R=Roy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only telling this out in now in detail after so many years, is because i am too ashamed about it to speak of it. Whenever someone asks if i have any regrets in my life, yes, this is the one regret i have and that i will never forget. How stupid could i be? tarnishing the friendship i had with a close friend because of a girl. It wasn't worth it. I hope i could make up to him somehow, for my actions, but i just don't know how. We hadn't talked to each other since form 1, and i don't know his whereabouts today. Sorry is the only  miserable word I can mutter out this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost."&lt;br /&gt;- Charles Caleb Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i told  you all this story, was because I wanted to tell you how important friends are to us, and how a simple misunderstanding can cause this valuable bond to break in an instance (though the above story wasn't a misunderstanding, its has d same connotations xD)&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/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SIgl2kVt1jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bqbI9-Rf_IY/s1600-h/n508621626_805625_8367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SIgl2kVt1jI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bqbI9-Rf_IY/s400/n508621626_805625_8367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226468986961385010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Tim and carien missing here, but they're still included in the story hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For this past week, I was kinda sad. Sad because I'm afraid this same thing might happen to be again. Just recently, among our clique of friends in college, one of us has given us all the cold treatment. Probably because of a little misunderstanding, or some other reason, i don't know. But i am willing to take blame if things would get back to as before, a time where all of us had no secrets, where we joked about each other more freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu-Roy you look so short today! Yerr Eu-Roy you wear like beggar lah today!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu-Roy your the laziest person i ever met!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu-Roy  that girl will never like you lah come on! Eh Eu-Roy please lah, get a prom date for god's sake you lonely freak! WALAU eu-roy u got EX-girlfriend before ah? UNBELIEVABLE LEH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;These are the jokes that really strengthen the bonds we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Something I will surely miss if we can no longer talk about all these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For of all the million's of people that have passed by me through my lifetime, God has given us the opportunity for us to be friends, not strangers we once were. Hopefully, nobody or nothing will be strong enough to take what God has given to us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."&lt;br /&gt;-  Anais Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-4489231789095555148?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/4489231789095555148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=4489231789095555148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/4489231789095555148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/4489231789095555148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/07/speech-less.html' title='Speech-less'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SIgdG04nWjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JrnNrzdXNoQ/s72-c/n751047213_1167164_211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-584816751816735418</id><published>2008-07-16T06:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:11:20.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A laughing stock</title><content type='html'>The time to board the plane to US draws nearer and nearer day by day, its less than a month now.&lt;br /&gt;Everything still seems so yesterday, yet its almost time to leave my country after 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/64/194798564_bdcde18822.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/64/194798564_bdcde18822.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years, Malaysia has provided me with shelter, love and care. But i sympathize of it's current condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians are bickering every second. and our leader sits by the side, enjoying all these drama as he tries to re-fortify his position as the country's leader.&lt;br /&gt;The people wants him to leave the throne, not satisfied with his leadership. In return, he blames bloggers for contributing to this country's downfall as he runs out of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;He sets the year 2010 for his aide to take over. If it happens, i dread to think of what shall befall our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corruption is wide spread in the country, the Anti Corruption Agency(ACA) takes no action. When people start scrutinizing them, suddenly out of no where, they successfully nab 2 high ranked immigration officers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor immigration officers, of all the corrupted politicians, they are sought as the scapegoats of the whole political system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;alking bout the ACA, i remember seeing 'The Sun's front page, showing statistics of how the ACA has performed over the years. i kinda forgot the exact statistics, but its awful i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda like of thousands of alleged cases reported, only a few hundred are looked into, 10% of the hundreds detained, and another 1% of the 10% detained was prosecuted.&lt;br /&gt;But then i flipped The Star, and i couldn't even find the same article in it. surprising?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this has been the case. Much of our media does not report what supposedly will 'tarnish' the image of our government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tuned out to TV3's midnight news yesterday, after the Anwar Shabery debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.malaysiakini.tv/upload/20080715_debate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.malaysiakini.tv/upload/20080715_debate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i saw. There were highlights of the debate, highlights of questions being asked to both Anwar and Shabery, and also highlights of Shabery answering the questions. And nothing on anwar. Was Anwar a bad speaker? i felt he pummeled his opponent in the debate though. But why aren't the news reporting it? Are they trying to protect our information minister, Shabery?   freedom of press konon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ll this worries me. Our politicians have recently also issued some sorta &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;warning&lt;/span&gt; to US stating our sovereignty asking them to keep their hands off our matters. ouch. Why can't our politicians keep a low profile huh, our country's politics are already a laughing stock, and they still try to make matters worst by doing all these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Imagine if this happens to me when i reach Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh : hi!&lt;br /&gt;Eu-Roy : hi.&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh : nice to meet you, where you from?&lt;br /&gt;Eu -Roy : nice meeting you too, I'm from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Ang Moh : oh! i know Malaysia! it is one of the countries in the world with the highest corruption                    rate right?&lt;br /&gt;Eu-Roy : ...............................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-584816751816735418?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/584816751816735418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=584816751816735418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/584816751816735418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/584816751816735418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/07/laughing-stock.html' title='A laughing stock'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-1767193647634883656</id><published>2008-06-19T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:36:54.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter of petition</title><content type='html'>Scolding teachers, getting involved in fights, defying rules.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;that was me during high school. But it has long gone since i started university.&lt;br /&gt;But..but... its about to be rekindled!!!!!!!! because Taylors Uni College (TUC) have came up with a ridiculous new ruling! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cant' post the notice for the new ruling cause apparently the TUC site is not working, but words in red are the new regulations set by the TUC authority)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg! dress code like these for university students? Hell i didn't pay thousands of dollars every semester to adhere to such rubbish! High school ah u think!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant possibly describe how mad i am right now!&lt;br /&gt;relax relax, i'm not going to pick up a fight or find trouble with the lecturers/administrators in TUC because I'm no longer the rebellious me during high school. But hell i shall not let this matter rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i have matured along the years, so has my methods of dealing with these situations which are now more sophisticated &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall write a letter to the admin, stating my adversity. Here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear TUC boss and every underling under you, :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letter of dissatisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;am thoroughly disappointed with the new dress code requirements of TUC students.&lt;br /&gt;I find it ridiculous, and although so. i do not support certain demonstrations planned by other students as i am much more civilized. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it does not mean that I am in anyway about to tolerate this new dress code ruling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THus, i shall use my reasoning skills acquired from my Speech 105 class to reason with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dress code policy : All students must be readily identified at all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is this discriminating or what? i did not gel/style my hair so stylishly to be wrongfully identified as a terrorist leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Attire should not contain any offensive, obscene, indecent language /artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You do understand that it is just 'artwork' . so how can my attire be offensive / indecent?&lt;br /&gt;If you insist, then naked paintings by michael angelo in Rome would ought to be burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hair should be neat/clean and not excessively colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another high school ruling. What? if my hair is dirty..like u will even realize it? or would u cut my hair like what my high school teachers did if my hair is long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Footwear : slippers and flip flops are not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tuition fees have cost a bomb. With rising petrol prises, where to find money for shoes. Slippers and flip flops are an alternative, not a sign of disrespect. Please take note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shorts, singlets, spaghetti strap tops, tubes, off shoulder tops, revealing undergarments, low necklines, excessively short skirts, exposing of midriff, bareback, transparent garments are not allowed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is the one i cant stand the most! i did not pay thousands of dollars to come to a private university only to see all the girls clad in long sleeves and long pants OK!!! I guarantee if this ruling is passed, the percentage of 'pornographic web surfers' within Taylors premises will certainly rise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i would advise the your admin and security personnel to keep a close watch for this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v286/103/69/751047213/n751047213_948751_8646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v286/103/69/751047213/n751047213_948751_8646.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha. ok the picture was a joke. But i'm serious about the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Eu-Roy, Lai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a very pissed off TUC student. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-1767193647634883656?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/1767193647634883656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=1767193647634883656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/1767193647634883656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/1767193647634883656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/06/letter-of-petition.html' title='A letter of petition'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-6663010483760679766</id><published>2008-06-12T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:07:40.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="601"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Robert Frost &lt;span style=""&gt;(1874–1963).&lt;/span&gt;  Mountain Interval.  &lt;span style=""&gt;1920.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(156, 156, 99);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.  The Road Not Taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;-Robert Frost-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/426562876_c65656f5f7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/426562876_c65656f5f7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;!-- END CHAPTERTITLE --&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="601"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;!-- BEGIN CHAPTER --&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;T&lt;span style=""&gt;WO&lt;/span&gt; roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;        5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;i&gt;        10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="15"&gt;&lt;i&gt;        15&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="20"&gt;&lt;i&gt;        20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the path less traveled would make the difference for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END CHAPTER --&gt;&lt;!-- BOTTOM CHAPTER/SECTION NAV CODE --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-6663010483760679766?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/6663010483760679766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=6663010483760679766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6663010483760679766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6663010483760679766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/06/road-not-taken-robert-frost.html' title='The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-1508898312262976260</id><published>2008-06-02T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T02:57:02.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Equality? hell yes.</title><content type='html'>Its the time of the year where my weekends are bored because EPL, UEFA etc are all over.&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit, blogging. what to blog? nothings happening enough in life worthy of me typing it out.&lt;br /&gt;Ah i know. gender equality &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut it short, i'm no male chauvinist and i fully support gender equality. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, u can see feminist groups running all over shouting for women's rights. women's organizations fighting for suppressed women etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.load.dk/fun/bil_lpic/feminist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.load.dk/fun/bil_lpic/feminist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im cool with that, just that... sometimes, things get a little out of control.........ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jeremyinc.com/images/hilary_clinton_toilet_paper_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 212px;" src="http://www.jeremyinc.com/images/hilary_clinton_toilet_paper_2.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender equality. For those men out there that disagree with me and still hold to the fact that male domination over women is good, let me enlighten you with the pro's of having gender equality in todays world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all. if men and women were equal, that meant that, we as MEN, will NO AND SHALL NO longer succumb to our women counterparts and pay for dates. Yes, u heard me. men will no longer have to pay for women's meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.painetworks.com/photos/fr/fr0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.painetworks.com/photos/fr/fr0046.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;even the food will taste better then :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if there is gender equality, men will no longer have to propose to women for marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SEOgv_qgl6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LFM5U7JQl_0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SEOgv_qgl6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LFM5U7JQl_0/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207182340574451618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we, MEN, will NOT KNEEL down in proposal for marriages.  It will be equal and therefore, don't even expect us to come with a ring asking for marriage. it will be a legal agreement whereby both sides agree upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.accidentclaimpersonal.eu/Images-blogs/Agreement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.accidentclaimpersonal.eu/Images-blogs/Agreement.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;DONE DEAL. we're now married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, women will now have to carry their own shopping goods / groceries. Because we men and women are equal and thus, the goods carried by both sides shall be of own possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SEOj2egx_lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gQhqbJ21SJ8/s1600-h/Untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SEOj2egx_lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gQhqbJ21SJ8/s400/Untitled1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207185750469246546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;yes, poor fellow men. no more suffering. WE dont even need to carry their bags no more! rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;(p/s this photo is obtained from a fellow blogger. dont be mad when u see this lol:D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so fellow men out there, with gender equality implemented, we seriously will have little or no value to women out there. And I was told a recent scientific study has also proven that women would not need the male sperm to give birth. They can do it somewhat by duplicating their genes on their hair or something. But based on my biology knowledge, without the crossing-over of chromosomes, there wont be any variation on the babies given birth to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i would simply hope Megan Fox decides to do this duplication of her own hair, and this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1334/878164792_15afd8c8ca.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1334/878164792_15afd8c8ca.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would then turn into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SEOmnaif-PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bYwBqYRHRQM/s1600-h/Untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SEOmnaif-PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bYwBqYRHRQM/s400/Untitled3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207188790239557874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. all the women in the world would one day look like megan fox. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-1508898312262976260?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/1508898312262976260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=1508898312262976260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/1508898312262976260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/1508898312262976260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/06/gender-equality-hell-yes.html' title='Gender Equality? hell yes.'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SEOgv_qgl6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LFM5U7JQl_0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-2377270299514340092</id><published>2008-05-12T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:14:42.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing is Caring</title><content type='html'>Hello! :D Yes yes, after so long, im finally ready to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick recap on what has happened so far.&lt;br /&gt;- Theatre finals was absolutely awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SChV2wEfoLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yR3jAsFKHNw/s1600-h/Theatre%2Bfinals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 357px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SChV2wEfoLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yR3jAsFKHNw/s400/Theatre%2Bfinals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199500168904286386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ive been accepted into Iowa state university, and plan to leave my dearest msia early August.&lt;br /&gt;- It will be my last semester here studying in ADP. Thus, i plan to take only 2 subjects too ensure i have enough time to relax before i leave : )&lt;br /&gt;- Just got back from Redang not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SChXsAEfoMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ck3K9Kc5glQ/s1600-h/n583780240_2864742_7145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SChXsAEfoMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ck3K9Kc5glQ/s400/n583780240_2864742_7145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199502183243948226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, talking about finally leaving Malaysia. What have i done/accomplished all these years i was here...i wonder XD oh well.  And worst of alll.............&lt;br /&gt;im leaving Malaysia as a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VIRGIN!&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shit, i know its not nice to say it out here, but what if the people in US tease me just because im a virgin!!?!? holy XXXXXX!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK fine, being a virgin is not that bad, i know many of you out there are in the same category as me lol, im sure we're all PROUD of that! yes im sure!!! ; )&lt;br /&gt;But worst of all. im leaving without a girlfriend T____T&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might b already thinking that its not that bad after all, as long distance relationships are hard to mantain. True true i agree, butttt think of it guys... when u leave this land, can u imagine that theres nobody to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss u, dream of you, long for you to come back to Malaysia~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, without all these stuff listed above, what reason do i have to come back to Malaysia from the distant land of the US??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!HOLYYYYYY XXXXXXX !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihhhh, whyyy does this happen to me!!!&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer Mr leong tells me theres more women in this world than men.  And i doubt that theres more nuns than monks... so.... [Lesson1: women population &gt; men population] ... how come no gf?!&lt;br /&gt;My friends (specifically shan n ji-an), always say i'm ugly, and therefore no girl would want me T___T but..but..but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i always go shopping with my parents (lonely guy mar, with no credit card**), i see all these even uglier guys than me, holding some pretty girls hands. ZZOMG!!&lt;br /&gt;What is this!!!! IS THERE NO JUSTICE??!!! and then im observe these ''uglier men than me''..&lt;br /&gt;wa... wear all branded oh!!! no wonder la! the pretty girls want their money... ohh i understand i understand. [Lesson 2 -women are attracted to rich guys]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i got an ugly friend ( tan wooi hau, lolzzzz im so dead XD) , his gf very pretty oh.  Although his rich, im pretty sure his gf didnt like him for his money, as she wouldnt have known that Mr Tan was a rich guy before being his gf. THEN WHATS THE DAMN REASON!!?&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh... i know i know, its what's deep down, its the [ heart that matters -Lesson3 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZOMG? Then why I NO GF!!? (READERS PLS SCROLL FURTHER DOWN for reference) , u see me in kiwanis???? See how friendly i am with the kids? see how they adore me???&lt;br /&gt;How come then i still got no gf. I feel no justice T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of u at this point, might be alr getting annoyed by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the hell, this freaking guy so damn desperate for a gf.. thick face man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OKok, once again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u might feel that im desperate and theres actually no need for a girlfriend in a guys life. But i must then stress again, gf's are important! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SCha1wEfoNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6GsfICiHmkU/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SCha1wEfoNI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6GsfICiHmkU/s400/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199505649282556114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because u dont wanna end up like the poor guy on the right side. (Nobody to lean onto in times of need T.T - Hey bro, i feel for u. i really do hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haih, poor dude.. thats why a gf can be essential! =P  But then again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When girls are limited, there are always alternatives - TO SHARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SChbQgEfoOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Fw2idSpf_-M/s1600-h/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SChbQgEfoOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Fw2idSpf_-M/s400/DSC00373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199506108844056802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aHH. Two guys and a girl, that way.. im sure all men would have a gf :D - LESSON 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, any guy out there willing to share? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5808510601696431040-2377270299514340092?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/2377270299514340092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=2377270299514340092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/2377270299514340092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/2377270299514340092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/05/sharing-is-caring.html' title='Sharing is Caring'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/SChV2wEfoLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yR3jAsFKHNw/s72-c/Theatre%2Bfinals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-820325036437689870</id><published>2008-03-19T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:55:49.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiringly Enjoying!</title><content type='html'>hello people! been real busy again:D much thanks to theatre and business communications hehe.&lt;br /&gt;So heres what i did for my theatre mid term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-EEGrFkmHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wWzHYno0iYg/s1600-h/THE+OFFICE+POSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-EEGrFkmHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wWzHYno0iYg/s400/THE+OFFICE+POSTER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179425559144601714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office! as u can see from the poster , its a musical XD and every1 that knows me, knows that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im soooo verrrry good in singing&lt;/span&gt; bwahahaha. Well u cant blame me, i dont really sing a lot usually and  thankgod, i didnt have to really sing alone for too long in that musical play as i was acting as the ''office ghost'' which supposedly is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;, but as u know.....&lt;br /&gt;a person like me that intends to portray &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; wor.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very hard lah&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing, d moment i opened my mouth to sing, i could hear the audience laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My voice must be so good it brings joy to people lolzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OK fine, but their laughter soon seized when the sad moment in the musical play arrived which was brilliant potrayed by me. &gt;) jkjkXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, ok nuff self praise. All in all, i really enjoyed this theatre mid term. The other groups were brilliant too!&lt;br /&gt;So if u all wanna see the theatre video, i do have it. but i cant simply post it on you tube to show the world, im not that cheap lolzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-EGarFkmII/AAAAAAAAAEU/lFRVYBMTlEo/s1600-h/RIMG0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-EGarFkmII/AAAAAAAAAEU/lFRVYBMTlEo/s400/RIMG0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179428101765240962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Theatre 101 section 2 class! Great people, lotsa fun! im right behind, in black =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was how busy i was for Theatre. As for Business comm (gbus) , it kept me busy with various projects. One of them, which required me to do service learning.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my group decided to participate in a recycling campaign, and also go to the Kiwanis Down Syndrome Foundation (KDSF) to help do a lil social work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recycling campaign really taught me a lot. I've never seen so much recyclable stuff at once u know. And it was really lots of hard work helping out in that campaign.&lt;br /&gt;But, what really touched me most was going to KDSF to volunteer as a helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked children, but this time, it was down syndromed children that i had to take care of. I didnt really know what to do at first, but some teachers there guided me and instructed me on how to take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, the children there were totally adorable!!! OK, i know... so-not-me, but i really enjoyed it although it was super tiring to exercise with them(which i had to go jogging with them etc), teach them, and also play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was really a memorable trip. There was this chubby lil boy who was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Shairul&lt;/span&gt;. His really hyperactive man! And also always wanting to eat! (i only found out about this later on during recess that when he put his finger in his mouth, he meant he was hungry, and he did that since an hour ago be4 recess lol) but somehow or another, i soft skills managed to win him over to listen 2 me lolzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this cute lil boy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt;. The way he looked at me, was like he had millions of stuff to tell me, but couldn't express himself. Then...................&lt;br /&gt;he touched my spiky beard haha. he felt so weird after that he touched his own lower cheek but found nothing lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many other children which i enjoyed spending time with - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;wei jun, alissa&lt;/span&gt;, etcetc. And i must admit, i had loads of fun while helping out the teachers in KDSF. Then as the children were about to go home, all of them were parting good bye with me and my friends. Then this super cute malay girl  walked over to me, took my hand, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it as I said goodbye to her. Oh my, this &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could surely heal any love deprived soul in the world lolzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would certainly be glad to go back there to help agn as a little care for those less fortunate than us would very well make their world and ours a much better place.&lt;br /&gt;P/s , will upload pics of the trip to KDSF later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres d pics i promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-PYo5n5fII/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ngnft8_uejQ/s1600-h/small12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-PYo5n5fII/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ngnft8_uejQ/s400/small12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180222193580735618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;High Five! man, do they love me..lolzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-PZgpn5fKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MkipmZfBauU/s1600-h/small7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-PZgpn5fKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MkipmZfBauU/s400/small7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180223151358442658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Handling the kids was really exhausting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-PZ4Zn5fLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jPeY6IjjCJg/s1600-h/small5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-PZ4Zn5fLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jPeY6IjjCJg/s400/small5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180223559380335794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiya malas to post all, but i needed to post this shit pic to repay ye shan for sending d pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-PaG5n5fMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oHLsxrFR90I/s1600-h/small15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-PaG5n5fMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oHLsxrFR90I/s400/small15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180223808488438978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here it is, lousy ye shan acting all kind n caring. Fake&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/5808510601696431040-820325036437689870?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/820325036437689870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=820325036437689870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/820325036437689870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/820325036437689870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/03/tiringly-enjoying.html' title='Tiringly Enjoying!'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R-EEGrFkmHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wWzHYno0iYg/s72-c/THE+OFFICE+POSTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-6921525108465618988</id><published>2008-02-24T06:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T07:25:46.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In a blink of an eye........</title><content type='html'>Happy new year people! :) A bit late,but hey, i've been really really busy aaaaaaaand lazy recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long long time since i've updated, mainly because of squirrelz! hehe. well u see, he was back in aussie, and i had to spend most of my time teman-ing him playing games loll.&lt;br /&gt;Since ive mentioned bout him, allow me to elaborate further ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well u see, squirrel is a very close friend of mine. So i've been spending much time with him till d very moment he left to melbourne to continue his studies in melbourne uni. I must say, i miss him lolzzzzzzzz. OK i sound a lil gay, but u cant really blame me rite? squirrelz is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His the only guy that doesnt eat potato chips with his hands. He uses a chopstick...&lt;br /&gt;He even eats durian and ''mantau's'' with chopsticks.. (his not a pro in using chopsticks, he just happens to waste the food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt eat prawns when his mum is not around.. (his mum peels d skin off for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he needs to use the toilet late at night on the street, he would drive for 10meters to the toilet rather than walk. (he says its dangerous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually ASKED for a cybercafe cashier to COLLECT RM3 instead of rm2.50 because the exchange of coins would be troublesome!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special or not? u tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of him. (Sad enough i hated taking pics, and therefore i had to look through my pc to finally dig out a photo during of our form5 times that has me n him together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R8Fu2cvpVFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/z-rypAx2r9c/s1600-h/Picture+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R8Fu2cvpVFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/z-rypAx2r9c/s400/Picture+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170535728906064978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bottom row, third from left happens to be squirrel. The 1 laughing like a maniac =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this picture, i must say the memories of the times we spent together during form5 have been rekindled. I really do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; them. And now, i probably might not see squirrelz for years to come if i am really accepted by the US universities i applied for. Sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK enough of squirrelz for d time being lol. Well, nothing much to update about me. This semester has been so far kinda fun, much thanks to theatre. Well mid term is coming up, my group has decided to do a musical play. *gulps* u know how well i can sing don't you.. lolzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-6921525108465618988?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/6921525108465618988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=6921525108465618988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6921525108465618988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6921525108465618988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-blink-of-eye.html' title='In a blink of an eye........'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R8Fu2cvpVFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/z-rypAx2r9c/s72-c/Picture+236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-9008656936541894084</id><published>2008-01-13T02:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T04:32:12.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>University Applications? A hassle!</title><content type='html'>Time flies. In just a blink of an eye, it alr is the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Zink and Squirrel back from Aussie. New winter semester in ADP. New subjects to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, time to get my lazy ass moving and to start applying for the universities i wish to enter in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have to admit, i am so lazy myself, i have left the long list of things needed to apply for uni's till the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;last minute. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paiseh&lt;/span&gt;, i even advised yin not to leave things till d last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applying for uni's in the US is plain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trouble&lt;/span&gt;. theres no mentor to guide you through and help u do everything for a small fee. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heck, some even help u fill in the application form! &lt;/span&gt;Talk bout going overseas to be independent huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to apply to a uni, i need to download tonnes of forms and fill them up. go through countless pages of online application forms, and for some uni's such as texas a&amp;amp;m, i even have to write a personal statement.  now who sticks to the guidelines while writing their personal statement eh? &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read timothy's personal statement. Gosh, he even sounds like a saint in it! damn i dont think he even does 1/10 of the stuff written inside!!! now if i were to write an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HONEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; personal statement about myself... well.. i probably wouldl look like a father of all villains compared to the holy saint timothy. And i bet everyone that writes their personal statement are a bunch of fakes trying to impress. Soooooo, i shall allow myself to do so for once. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My name is Lai Eu-Roy, i am a confident, bright, intelligent, loving, diligent, compassionate teenager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;might even wanna mention that im handsome if i know the person thats about to read my application is a female. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, are the the listings of the 4 uni's im applying to.&lt;br /&gt;Texas A&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;San Diego State University&lt;br /&gt;Ohio Columbus&lt;br /&gt;Iowa state University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, i can get my application done soon before the work in college starts piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.knowledgerush.com/wiki_image/2/28/Texas_A&amp;amp;M_Academic_Building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.knowledgerush.com/wiki_image/2/28/Texas_A&amp;amp;M_Academic_Building.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas A&amp;amp;M university. It even looks like the white house. holy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-9008656936541894084?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/9008656936541894084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=9008656936541894084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/9008656936541894084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/9008656936541894084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-flies.html' title='University Applications? A hassle!'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-2562181554282540811</id><published>2007-12-24T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:58:31.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Ahh, so the time all the lovey dovey couples await all year along(other than valentines) has finally arrived. Christmas. Where all of them get to exchange presents and spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;All across the world, beautiful Christmas decorations has been put up for commercial reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R3CHDdkT6fI/AAAAAAAAADs/A1OCBJ9d5EI/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R3CHDdkT6fI/AAAAAAAAADs/A1OCBJ9d5EI/s200/DSC00329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147762867630762482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas decorations in Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas. I've never really enjoyed it before. I dont know if its a curse or anything, but i've never felt happy on christmas before. Apart from the fact that sad things always happen when christmas draws near, i dont really feel the urge to celebrate it let others do. Ok u might think im jealous of the loving couples celebrating it out there, but im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason, one thing people like to do during christmas, take photos. Damn. I really dont enjoy taking photos and a lot of my friends still fail to understand this simple fact of me. Ok, maybe taking photos in groups is still fine for me, but not just alone. Forget Christmas, i often notice some guys that enjoy taking photos so much, they do it in the toilet, topless, showing off their flabby bellies.yucks. - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R3CKwNkT6gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Sv4p3F9rG8Y/s1600-h/DSC00315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R3CKwNkT6gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Sv4p3F9rG8Y/s200/DSC00315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147766934964791810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i do like about christmas is the children. The joy and awe on their faces when they see the beautiful decorations and santa. Of course, i found out santa was a fake when i was about say..7 years old? but nowadays, kids realize it much earlier then we used to. my sis even knew it when she was 4 if im not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gimps.de/wettbewerb/albums/userpics/bad-santa-claus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 183px;" src="http://gimps.de/wettbewerb/albums/userpics/bad-santa-claus2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Santa or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is also the only time where i go to church. Yes i am a Christian if you so wanna know. Doesn't mean that if i dont go to church, i ain't a Christian. I dont really need to u know, since God is everywhere :D&lt;br /&gt;K, just some lame reason for my laziness not attending church for service. And worst of all, i didnt even go to church this christmas. could'nt wake up, darn.Thus, Father, i pray for thy forgiveness, and a better Christmas for years to come =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funtoosh.com/f_images/simple_christmas_list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.funtoosh.com/f_images/simple_christmas_list.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chan Kar Leong's Christmas wishlist!!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-2562181554282540811?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/2562181554282540811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=2562181554282540811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/2562181554282540811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/2562181554282540811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/R3CHDdkT6fI/AAAAAAAAADs/A1OCBJ9d5EI/s72-c/DSC00329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-7385180593276296820</id><published>2007-11-18T04:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T04:55:04.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A hundred messages a day, keeps the pain away</title><content type='html'>So recently  &lt;a href="http://jonnee-c.blogspot.com"&gt;jon yee&lt;/a&gt; had an update which was his 50th post. Then after a chat with CkLeong, i've thought of something that really puzzles me.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the conversation between us, :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CkLeong : eh nub roy, if u like one girl, how many times u msg her a day ar?? got 50 times a                        not?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Swt, wth. where got so free.. about 20times la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i began thinking, about the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of love.  But is it really possible to msg a girl that many times? well i think 50 is still quite reasonable &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah. &lt;/span&gt;But i do come across people that msg their loved ones up to 100 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U see, its not that im jealous or what. For all i care, i would rather call her on d phone then msg. But okok, it costs more money. So then, to save money, we msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 100 times?!! thats really too much isn't it? Allow me to do some simple maths.&lt;br /&gt;1 Day has 24 hours. We shall say 8hours for sleeping, 1hour in the toilet (d times where u cant sms ppl)&lt;br /&gt;so that leaves 24 - 9 = 15hours in a day where a person is capable of sms-ing others.&lt;br /&gt;That means, to msg someone 100 times a day, u msg him/her averagely once in 9minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is still possible because one might say, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'u wont understand one lah, this is true love&lt;/span&gt;''. This person would probably be one of my closest friends, wooi hau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, fine! mayb love can be the driving force between the massive number of sms-es between each other per day. But then, what in the world does this ppl talk about in their sms-es from morning till night? Takkan everday 9minutes also got smth interesting to talk about right??&lt;br /&gt;Well if you dont, then here is what you can say in ure sms-es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A :Dear, Im eating now. But still thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;B :Hmm. im watching tv but also thinking of you...what you eating?&lt;br /&gt;A : Fried rice loh, with egg on top one. You watching what show?&lt;br /&gt;B : Astro, HBO. oh, fried rice with egg ar? yummy a not? d egg raw a not o.. later too raw eat d stomach ache wor.&lt;br /&gt;A : no lah, d egg my mum cook one, very safe.&lt;br /&gt;B: ohh..the main actor in the show also eating an egg now haha.&lt;br /&gt;A: His one or mine looks nicer?&lt;br /&gt;B: about d same only lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................This ppl sms each other like in a chatroom. Dont they have anything else to do everday? Im not denying that i sms ppl too. But at least i talk stuff that makes more sense. But with sms-es like these, no doubt you''ll hit 100 every single day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-7385180593276296820?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/7385180593276296820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=7385180593276296820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7385180593276296820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7385180593276296820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/11/hundred-messages-day-keeps-pain-away.html' title='A hundred messages a day, keeps the pain away'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-518714631005727531</id><published>2007-11-12T01:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:36:16.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience is a virtue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44004000/jpg/_44004599_1990_ap_203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44004000/jpg/_44004599_1990_ap_203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for my long absence. Had really been busy recently.&lt;br /&gt;Fastfood. i cant really say im a fan of it(except for KFC) lol, but of course i do eat it once in awhile like any other teenager. But what really irritates me most whenever i go for fastfood is the other patrons of the fastfood restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U see, i dont mind queuing for my food, but when it comes to certain situations, i get real impatient.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if im lucky or what, but 7 out of 10 times i visit a fastfood restaurant, i meet another patron which is so irritating i feel like knocking him down. These ppl can be irritating in several ways and i shall kindly list them out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue is long, and after waiting for about 20minutes, im finally SECOND in line to order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aeim.niij.org/photos/journal/mcdonalds-blob-2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://aeim.niij.org/photos/journal/mcdonalds-blob-2" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then within this close range, i can hear the conversation between the  fastfood cashier and the customer which is about to order.&lt;br /&gt;Im really amazed by how ignorant ppl can turn out to be at times. The queue had been for so long and yet, when the customers reach the counter, they had not thought of their order yet..and this happens ALL D TIME.  Ill take MacDonalds for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Staff : Can i take your order sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Customer 1 : Yesyes. Errrrrrrrrrr, give me er... hang on a sec. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;After 1min or so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Customer 1: OK, i would like a burger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Staff : What burger??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Customer 1: Hmmm. Mac Chicken please.&lt;br /&gt;Staff : Thats all?&lt;br /&gt;Customer 1 : Errr, no, gimme a large fries please.&lt;br /&gt;Staff : anything else for you sir?&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Oh, and 1 large coke please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Staff : Why dont u take our MacChicken VALUE MEAL sir? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Customer 1 : errrrrrrr.. set how much? ala carte how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow do not understand how blind can these ppl be. I mean, whats the purpose of the menu's up there with those pretty little lights decorating it????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Staff : Set is RMXX.XX , ala carte is RM X.XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Customer : OK give me a set then. Wait hang on, Fries without salt and my burger without any  vege please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, this painful ordeal for me has alr taken 10mins . But im still ok with it as the customer has  their rights to choose how their food should be prepared.And A lil patience wont hurt anyone right?then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Staff : No add on sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Customer : no no no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 1min later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Customer : WAIT! Can i add on a sundae ? strawberry flavour... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$^@&amp;amp;#%*$^*$^(%&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;The staff then cant help with this add on because the machine has alr printed the receipt and received the payment from the customer. Then the staff has to call the manager whom comes hurrying with a key to somehow unlock d machine and put the customers sundae as an add-on which is slighty cheaper than d normal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after all the fuss, the food is then served to the customer on a tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Customer : WAIT, didnt i tell u to take away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-518714631005727531?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/518714631005727531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=518714631005727531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/518714631005727531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/518714631005727531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/11/patience-is-virtue.html' title='Patience is a virtue.'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-2147904032611592324</id><published>2007-09-30T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T10:11:34.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to why i dont like friendster.</title><content type='html'>Friendster!!! ah yes, d network that connects a billion people? 99% of my friends own a friendster account, not me however. If u asked why, sometimes, i find it ridiculous. Heres the main reason : The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freakingly Irritating-pissing-infuriating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Testimonials sent by ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ill give you guys a simple example as a start :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/zykw78/hifunny/10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 241px;" src="http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/zykw78/hifunny/10.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this pic? funny right? ''hello'', d alien baby dog says.  Well, this is a common testimonial guys in friendster like to send to girls. WHat does it mean anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;''oh hello, im pleased to tell you that im desperate for you''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O wonder you only see guys sending this stupid testi to girls but not guys. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, theres this sort of guys that love to send testimonials to girls that seem so idiotic i wanna burn it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="fitem1table"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="itd"&gt;&lt;div class="imgblock75"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/10568262"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="dtd"&gt;&lt;ul class="data"&gt;&lt;li class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/10568262"&gt;' ' Thoughtless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Posted 27/09/2007 16:42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm,why u didnt ask anything about me?&lt;br /&gt;Not interested knowing me??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;See, Mr ''Thoughtless'' sent this testimonial to my friend and now has a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem #1 : my friend did not bother asking anything that had to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;Problem #2 : He has a face so thick even a nuclear bomb cannot blast through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously, sincerely, truthfully, pity that guy. But one thing strange, if everyone of you find the testimonial as stupid and irritating as i do, why wont my friend bother blocking or deleting that testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey guys, my friend is jachooi if u wanna meet her, shes very nice lolzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;f that doesn't irritate you enough. They are always the persistent guys in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="imgblock75"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/40557019"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/91/07/40557019/1_362932883m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul class="data"&gt;&lt;li class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/40557019"&gt;hay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Posted 26/09/2007 00:41&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can u miss call to me ?&lt;br /&gt;i know to know ur phone number /&lt;br /&gt;mine is 0163722753&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his first testimonial turns up with no results. He sends another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="imgblock75"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/40557019"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/91/07/40557019/1_362932883m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul class="data"&gt;&lt;li class="title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/40557019"&gt;hay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Posted 27/09/2007 07:12&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can i know ur phone number ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holyyyyyyyyyyy cow!!!! whats wrong with him!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO Mr''Hay'' .. isn't it obvious enough that the owners phone no. is preferred private. Im helping her tell u now. ''&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Get LOST''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, they are many other reasons to why i dont subscribe a friendster account. But this few reasons are alr enough to piss me off. I really should be doing my chemistry work now, but i had to blog because i couldn't stand these guys after seeing their testi's sent to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/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/5808510601696431040-2147904032611592324?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/2147904032611592324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=2147904032611592324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/2147904032611592324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/2147904032611592324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/09/reasons-to-why-i-dont-like-friendster.html' title='Reasons to why i dont like friendster.'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l285/zykw78/hifunny/th_10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-8805458810291016787</id><published>2007-09-28T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T08:47:26.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The path i chose..the path i'd say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>This is how it all started a few years back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://warcraft.blizzard-fr.com/maps/dota.5.84b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 133px;" src="http://warcraft.blizzard-fr.com/maps/dota.5.84b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dota Allstars&lt;/span&gt;, a once unknown game. I started playing it with my friends in a now sucky cybercafe called ezone. As time passed, i learned more of the game and soon was very good in it.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years playing, my and my friend Daniel decided it was time to form our own team to go for competitive play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team consist of me, Daniel, Adrian, Jason and ah Leong.&lt;br /&gt;We played as a team for quite some time, but showed no progress. Then daniel decided to change the team and i tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recruited 3 new members, Miyuki, Nicr and Han.&lt;br /&gt;We were so good, we got MmoRpg ( a cyber cafe if u all dont know) to sponsor our gaming activities. They gave us free pc's to play, and even a jacket!!! cool lolz.&lt;br /&gt;We later joined &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;smm revenge Kl&lt;/span&gt; ( a dota tournament) and turned out champions in that event. Winning the grand prize of RM1000 ( quite lil tho hehe) thus, qualifying for the grand finals and standing a chance to win &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;rm33000&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes yes, gaming can win u a whopping 33k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on cloud nine, that victorious feeling is something that cannot be described by words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way i could hide my joy, for it was the first time i won a dota tournament. Best of all, not long only after forming a new team!!&lt;br /&gt;All 5 of us were happy and we liked being in our new team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then problems started to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we didnt meet eye to eye in some things. Then ..this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rvz_LgvxXbI/AAAAAAAAADc/jjV6v6ISRjU/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rvz_LgvxXbI/AAAAAAAAADc/jjV6v6ISRjU/s200/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115243850019986866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The red words say : ''you have to start studying'')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for your info, i got &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;0&lt;/span&gt; for my chemistry quiz. (I know i know, kinda impossible rite? tembak also can get some marks lah! -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Its true i suck in chemistry, but d fact that im being too actively involved in gaming has taken its toll on me. Ive never got 0 for quizzes/ test before. I was disappointed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at this moment where i was feeling down and sad, my team members confronted me. They were disappointed of the fact that i missed training on thurs night despite the fact that i had exams on friday! They even told me that they wanted to train more for the grand finals.&lt;br /&gt;How much more i asked. ''2-3 times a week at LEAST'' was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;.... i was left speechless. No way my dad would allow me that amount of time out playing and no way either i would allow myself to do that. So there was one option left for me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;to quit the team&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team mates were really nice. They plead for me to stay however they didnt want to give up the time planned to be spent on training. Daniel was most reluctant for me to leave.(Well, d fact is im good thats why lolzz..) Finally, we came to a decision. and by mutual consent, i decided to quit. If i said i was not sad even for a bit, i was lying. The times spent together was really fun. (Although it was kinda short)  But im confident i have made the right choice for now, studies over play. An obvious yet hard to pick choice. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, ill never forget my teammates in team &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MmoRpg&lt;/span&gt;. I'd miss the times where they would call and compare me to Mym Merlini(A world class dota player) when i executed moves that seemed impossible, miss the times when they would laugh at me when i made mistakes, miss the times when we would sit by laughing happily at each other after managing to cheat the MmoRpg boss's money.. :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MmoRpg&lt;/span&gt;, It was an honour playing by your side.&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alexwai.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/DOTA_Loading_Screen_Wallpaper_by_Artgerm11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.alexwai.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/DOTA_Loading_Screen_Wallpaper_by_Artgerm11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;[MmoRpg]-ROy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-8805458810291016787?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/8805458810291016787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=8805458810291016787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/8805458810291016787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/8805458810291016787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/09/path-i-chosethe-path-id-say-goodbye.html' title='The path i chose..the path i&apos;d say goodbye.'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rvz_LgvxXbI/AAAAAAAAADc/jjV6v6ISRjU/s72-c/DSC00303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-1333916258506200419</id><published>2007-09-16T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T07:55:35.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to look for during my exams</title><content type='html'>Its my chemistry quiz tomorrow and i still haven't done by studying yet.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder, how much i appreciate my friends in college during my exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;, and feel bad for being &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt; ; i call for JonYee and yeaw khuan. For they are foolishly lazyyyyyy friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i need &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;motivation&lt;/span&gt; to study, i look for wooi hau and ye shan, For their so nerdy attitude of studying always makes me wanna study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i need &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;help&lt;/span&gt; in my studying, i turn to ji-an, for she has the brains to help solve my questions. (This rule applies ONLY occasionally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im feeling &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;, i think of Carien ; and right after that, i feel better because i know theres someone out there being more stupid than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget, theres Timothy when i feel like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt; during my exam periods. For i feel his always &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt; in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during exams, theres always Jin and Li Wen to look for. Their intimacy can really make me feel better. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ya right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When i finally need &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;consolation&lt;/span&gt; after my exam results are out, well. Theres jon yee + wooi hau + yeaw khuan + timmy there for me!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/5808510601696431040-1333916258506200419?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/1333916258506200419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=1333916258506200419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/1333916258506200419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/1333916258506200419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-to-look-for-during-my-exams.html' title='Things to look for during my exams'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-6971077524353192022</id><published>2007-09-11T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:08:55.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run awaaaay maid!!</title><content type='html'>Just about a month ago, my maid who has been working for 9 months ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Before her escape , she showed several suspicious symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;1 ) She claimed she dreamed of her dad in her sleep, calling for her to go home.&lt;br /&gt;2 ) She said she ''&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt;'' to work, but her body felt weak.&lt;br /&gt;3 ) She wanted to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum sent her back to the maid agency. After a week or so, the agency called for us to claim d maid and she was ok now. She seemed strange upon reaching home, i sensed that smth was wrong in her eyes &gt;) lol...&lt;br /&gt;Not long, as predicted by my aunt, she ran away after receiving some cash from my uncle after washing my uncle's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lesson no 1 : do not let your maids handle $$ , it is very seductive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 3months of no-maid suffering, (im not a spoilt brat, its just that i need a maid to help my grandma do the cooking.. lolzzz) my new maid finally arrived. Yesssh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, after only &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day of working, this new maid said she didnt enjoy working and wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Now at this point, some shallow freaks like jon yee and wooi hau might most probably be thinking that i abused the maid or smth. WRONG! , I wouldn't even recognize the maid if i bumped into her now ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So eventually, we didnt want to force her to work either. its a capitalist economy after all right=)&lt;br /&gt;So my mum send her back to the agency once again. Then, the agency called back after a few days saying the maid was ready to work again. Even the maid herself admitted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- I wonder what does all the maid agencies do to maids to get them to comply. *wonder wonder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..we finally decided to pick up the maid to avoid her from more suffering in the agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This time, i didnt suspect anything. the maid seemed normal. However, after 2 weeks of working, she finally ran away again after stealing rm50 that was simply placed on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then i thought, it couldn't have been a coincidence that both of my maids ran away in a row!!! strike lottery also higher chance la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lesson no2 : kindness shown are not always repaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So...i decided to investigate the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://detectivesprivados.com.pe/images/detective.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 171px;" src="http://detectivesprivados.com.pe/images/detective.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH-HA! i found out that there was this new indian lady behind my house that started working there not long ago. After several inquiries, we found out she was from Melaka. Local.. &gt;) And not long after she arrived, my first maid ran away. and now my second maid. I've been having many maids for the past years, and nothing similar has ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fishy..very fishy indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my brave dad went to gave her some thoughts of his own. Well, to be precise, scold that mofo. Then we found out dat some sydicates out there would pay commissions to people who would get maids to work for them. Now, the puzzles fit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebluelizardlounge.com/images/gambling_images/bingo_win.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 143px;" src="http://thebluelizardlounge.com/images/gambling_images/bingo_win.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&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;Gotcha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bloody bitch living behind my house could very well be the culprit of all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill need a spy cam to spy on her from now on. Any cheap offers of spycam, pls contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To : irritating indian lady-cum-pest living behind my house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;watch out&lt;/span&gt;, u dare touch my new maid im gonna freaking break your nose and set fire to your house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/3399760_4dc4ecddd1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/3399760_4dc4ecddd1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-6971077524353192022?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/6971077524353192022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=6971077524353192022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6971077524353192022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6971077524353192022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/09/run-awaaaay-maid.html' title='Run awaaaay maid!!'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-6687294604897721142</id><published>2007-09-07T22:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:26:38.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>www.streamyxsucks.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.streamyxsucks.com/banners/streamyxsucks01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 156px;" src="http://www.streamyxsucks.com/banners/streamyxsucks01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the past month, i have been experiencing disconnection problems frequently.&lt;br /&gt;Duh, my isp provider obviously is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tmnet.streamyx&lt;/span&gt; (who else) ???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've called their technical support management and asked for help numerous times, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;Their technicians even came to my house once, but he didnt complete his job and the problem still persist.&lt;br /&gt;Its really frustrating as the internet as somewhat be a part of my life.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are we possible gonna compete with foreign countries with this kinda shitty service?&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, their average download speed is clocked at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MB/S&lt;/span&gt; compared to our miserable dl speed of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;kb/s&lt;/span&gt; . Aargh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.streamyxsucks.com/banners/streamyx-turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.streamyxsucks.com/banners/streamyx-turtle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the prices streamyx offer is slightly cheaper than other isp providers such as maxis.&lt;br /&gt;But  rm 77 a month for that kinda service, yes it does suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.streamyxsucks.com/banners/streamyxsucks02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.streamyxsucks.com/banners/streamyxsucks02.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, we should all say ''tak nak'' to streamyx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb we all could try out the new &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P1 Hotzone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thingy, free till end of 2007. cool. I see greatness in this new upcoming brand =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-6687294604897721142?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/6687294604897721142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=6687294604897721142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6687294604897721142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6687294604897721142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/09/wwwstreamyxsuckscom.html' title='www.streamyxsucks.com'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-4246220643655767694</id><published>2007-08-20T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T03:30:06.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The unforgettable trip to PENANG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;..after 4hours ++ in a comfortable bus, me, timothy, jon yee, and ye shan finally arrived in the penang bus stop. We needed to look for transport to go to our hotel, Crown Prince Hotel ( sounds very grand? not so.. you'll soon find out) ..&lt;br /&gt;So there we stood, with our luggage looking for a taxi to bring us to our hotel. We were like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/300701254_1be0e8fe67.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 158px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/300701254_1be0e8fe67.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;''Water Fish'' (Sui yu in cantonese) ..&lt;br /&gt;all the taxi drivers there knew we were tourist. Conspiring to suck us dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Bang, pergi ke hotel crown prince berapa?&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Driver : rm35 SAJE..&lt;br /&gt;Me :  @$^#%&amp;#%*#$* ??????&lt;br /&gt;Taxi Driver : crown prince sangat jauh tau?...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ku tak tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, we had no choice either. Either to get cheated, or no hotel to check in. After much bargaining by ye shan.. rm30 was the price. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;We later found out, the bus to the hotel was only rm1 !!!!!!!!!, damn!&lt;/span&gt; ) At this point, we were like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/87/248628190_23171b3cfc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/87/248628190_23171b3cfc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dead Fish, kena suck-ed dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon met up wit ji-an, wooi hau and pui yan in the hotel. Now now.. it was time to decide who would sleep on d bed, as we had 7 people, 1 room, 2 single beds.&lt;br /&gt;Ji-an was d nicest, she said she&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; didnt mind&lt;/span&gt; sleeping anywhere. All d better..lol.&lt;br /&gt;After much negotiation, it was decided that the 2 single beds were to be put side by side, 5 of us on d bed, 2 of us on d floor.&lt;br /&gt;Wooi hau and his gf pui yan decided to sleep on d floor ( not of goodwill, but they wanted &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;privacy...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;privacy&lt;/span&gt; in a room with 7 ppl they could wish for? i dont know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for d positions on the bed, poor me. ye shan and timmy were couples, so they were gonna have 1 side of the bed. 3 left to go. Nobody wanted to sleep in d middle of the bed. Jon yee was a spoilt brat, he refused to sleep there. Ji-an was didnt mind as usual, haih.. but me being a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;gentleman&lt;/span&gt;.. i volunteer to sleep lo. lolzzz (Ye shan was dam bloody happy at this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the arrangements, those ppl said .. :'' nothing wertt, sleep in d middle &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quite &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;comfortable ma!!!..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; knnccb&lt;/span&gt; (i learned this in penang =D ) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RslKEIc7oWI/AAAAAAAAADU/m-k-j8Vqt3g/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RslKEIc7oWI/AAAAAAAAADU/m-k-j8Vqt3g/s320/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100689487822561634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As u could see, the two beds put together would still make a gap in between. Yaya.. ye shan stuffed it with blanket sheet. -.- No use la deng! When i slept on it, i could still feel d gap behind me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Super uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt; ok? dont believe u go try... What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lesson learned&lt;/span&gt; :'' dont pandai-pandai be gentleman when theres nobody ure keen of around.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following night, ji-an, our penang host, decided to bring us to upper penang road, to a pub to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; chill out and relax.&lt;/span&gt; I've never really been to a pub, what more a club. So i didnt know what we were in for. D only club in upper penang road,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; momo club &lt;/span&gt;closed down recently. Therefore, those regular clubbers turned to a pub instead.&lt;br /&gt;Doing the things they do in a club, in a pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to chill out ok. But these ppl came in as i was enjoying d remixed music of artists' such as kelly clarkson, etc etc. They started dancing, more of shuffling. So the DJ decided to play some trance music. Soooon, the pub we were in, turned into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;club!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to the regular clubbers that love to shuffle, but i find the dance simply hilarious. We laughed like hyenas in the pub seeing those ppl dance.&lt;br /&gt;It was like..err, say.. frogs dancing, turning 360' and their hands shaped like knives, poking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere was Not to the extent where i wished for though. (I wished for smth like this in a club... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blitz-stadtmagazin.com/web/2003/102003/pix/halle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 197px;" src="http://www.blitz-stadtmagazin.com/web/2003/102003/pix/halle2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;disappointment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our pub-club's atmosphere was like, some underage kids dancing like frogs in their fancy pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I ordered a Pina Cada. Rm18. It taste like crap, really. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not worth it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think again, rm18 for a good laugh? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every cent was well spent! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The penang trip was great.&lt;br /&gt;Great food, great ppl, wonderful friends. I certainly would like to thank our host ji-an for it.&lt;br /&gt;However if u ask me if i would like to go back to penang agn, the answer is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; lol=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-4246220643655767694?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/4246220643655767694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=4246220643655767694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/4246220643655767694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/4246220643655767694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/08/unforgettable-trip-to-penang.html' title='The unforgettable trip to PENANG.'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RslKEIc7oWI/AAAAAAAAADU/m-k-j8Vqt3g/s72-c/DSC00279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-3713725385599070889</id><published>2007-08-11T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T07:55:42.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay away from the parasites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The simplified list of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends &lt;/span&gt;i can think of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;''Hi, bye'' kinda friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends that are willing to help us in things they are capable of.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends that are always here to celebrate joy with us together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And of course, the best kind - Friends which are willing to go through our ups and downs with us and not leave when problems occur.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Last but not least, the kind of friends that will always be there to celebrate our glorious moments, but during times of hardships, they just back off, showering us with millions of reasons to justify their cause. Damn it just irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention ''hardships'' though, they are the worst kind of so called friends that do exist. These friends are the ones that expect your help and kindness towards them, in return, they want you not to disturb them. The nothing good to profit me then dont kacau me kinda friend. It aint easy to spot this kinda friends in reality, but stay away when u really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STAY AWAY!!!!!!&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/5808510601696431040-3713725385599070889?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/3713725385599070889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=3713725385599070889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/3713725385599070889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/3713725385599070889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/08/stay-away-from-parasites.html' title='Stay away from the parasites'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-3170260654600187279</id><published>2007-08-02T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:39:17.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer sets..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RrITcRsKZoI/AAAAAAAAADM/lsqxqUICHdk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RrITcRsKZoI/AAAAAAAAADM/lsqxqUICHdk/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094155505015350914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summer Break!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sounds like fun? Yeah, for the first week. OK mayb not, for the first 2 days then.&lt;br /&gt;20days holiday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Freeedom!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Excitement....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Happiness....&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i have plans for the holidays but till then, its nothing but being bored..&lt;br /&gt;But hey, at least i can enjoy the fact that im free from assignments and test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flashbacks(summer semester)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to during my winter sem, summer was much, and i mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MUCH &lt;/span&gt;more tiring.&lt;br /&gt;more assignments, projects, test etcetc. Worst of all, the subject maths 172.&lt;br /&gt;Maths 172 was taught by Mr Thaya. dot dot dot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, he was a wonderful mathematician.. but not the best of lecturers i would say hehe.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, i do respect him. he is a really nice guy, but its just the way he teaches. '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'too complicated&lt;/span&gt;??'' yes,thats about all, you wouldn't want me to elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, i had PASS sessions to help me out. Well of course, a lil bit of my own sheer determination and hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I said a lil bit okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just glad its over now, looking forward to a new semester, new things, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;'new faces'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'. Jon u know what i mean rite? well of course u do, your a desperate guy lolz .&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i have outings with my friends and the penang trip to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Penang, i dont think i 've been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes i know what your thinking, and yes, i am Malaysian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As for semester results, not out yet, but i know its gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes.. not enough effort have been put into my work.  I shall promise mylsef to make up for it the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, promises are meant to be broken. Hopefully not =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-3170260654600187279?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/3170260654600187279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=3170260654600187279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/3170260654600187279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/3170260654600187279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-sets.html' title='Summer sets..'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RrITcRsKZoI/AAAAAAAAADM/lsqxqUICHdk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-7948001159094860211</id><published>2007-07-11T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:33:03.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just facts.</title><content type='html'>What is unfairness......&lt;br /&gt;Unfairness is when you are accused of something u didnt do..&lt;br /&gt;Unfairness is when you are deprived of what u deserve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfairness is when u get 75% for your history paper after u studied hard!!!!!!!!!!! -__-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;@$%#$^#%&amp;.. i studied so hard for history as i kinda liked history, esp when this is US history not Malaysian History.. No more Tunku dan Tengku's.. its back to some &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;REAL MAN WAR &lt;/span&gt;not some 10-50 ppl kinda war where my grandma's knife she uses to chop chicken meat is d primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;And then a few gun shots in the air ends d war. Really really what msians call '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Potong Steam&lt;/span&gt;!!'&lt;br /&gt;(No offence to Msia, but facts come first =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now.. i scored full&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; marks&lt;/span&gt; for Part A of the exam.. As for part B, d essay.. damnn.&lt;br /&gt;I only now know that the essays for history has to be included with an introduction and a conclusion!!!! The conclusion must even summarize the essay! Its like writing an english essay, history style -.-  ( my apologies to my eng lecturer, ms mary.. i have failed u.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;So now, lets take a good reflection to where does this all come from. Im not gonna take out guns  pointing at random ppl, but... once again, its our early year education that plants this into our blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since secondary, even my Sejarah(history) teacher told me, forget the fancy sentences, transitions, etc etc. All u have to do in Sejarah exam is to Vomit out all d darn facts that come across your mind..no structure is needed, u just have to write all d shits n craps u can think of.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Tulis Banyak tak potong markah; tulis kurang, kurang markah&lt;/span&gt;.' ... knn -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in college, i did just the same thing. At least i wasn't so stupid to write an essay without structure or transitions, i juz left out the intro and conclu part..D result? i paid dearly for it.&lt;br /&gt;which means more studying for d upcoming exams to cover for d loss marks..swt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At d very least, I learned something new. All academic writings must include an intro and conclusion. Ok ms mary, im gonna pay more attention to your classes from now on. Pls forgive me! if possible, i want add marks for english too..&lt;br /&gt;My reason is : u know hor.. in high school, everytime i wipe my teachers ass i get bonus marks for exam!!! If i dont wipe my teachers ass, i need to study xtra hard. So i rather wipe ass then read books lorrr.. =0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-7948001159094860211?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/7948001159094860211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=7948001159094860211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7948001159094860211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7948001159094860211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-just-about-facts.html' title='Not just facts.'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-4293753346830873588</id><published>2007-06-24T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:40:37.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KTM - Killing Tourism Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rn5xoJck9EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MjYeseafDBA/s1600-h/Banner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 61px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rn5xoJck9EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MjYeseafDBA/s320/Banner1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079622364264985666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends went to a place in Klang called Bukit Tinggi for a tournament. It was far away, as in.. Real FAR... we had no problems finding transportation there, but when it was 9pm at night when it was time to go home, and we ran into transportation difficulties. We tried to find a cab, but there was no cab to be seen in Bukit Tinggi. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;We wandered about without getting a taxi, and finally decided to walk to tesco hoping to get a cab there. Lady luck shone on us, we even got a cab that was willing to fetch us to the nearest KTM station in Klang for rm15.. obviously, he saw the desperation of reaching home in us, and took advantage of it.. =/ It was one of the worst taxi's i ever took. There was this foul smell in the taxi, if not mistaken, body odour from the taxi driver... And if thats not the worst of it, d driver was into some kinda techno music....FULL BLAST!!!!!! he turned the volume to max and enjoyed his music like it was Jazz.. to me, it was like heavy metal. i Felt so dizzy(with the combination of music and the foul smell).. i wanted to puke.&lt;br /&gt;At last, we reached our destination, KTM station in Klang. We tried to get tickets.. but the ticket counter was closed, with ppl sitting inside the counter, but displaying a ''rehat'' sign infront of them, ignoring everyone.&lt;br /&gt;So we got in line like everyone else, to buy d tickets from the machine like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was our turn to buy our tickets, we tried inserting ''paper money'' (wang kertas) in the machine but it just bounced it all back. We got so frustrated, we went to the counter and asked for help. Either to change money, or get the tickets straight. Those ppl working there simply ignored us, minding their own business. i Felt Disgusted.. It was not a hard thing to do selling tickets, and was even easier helping us get our tickets. But they chose to sit their asses on their comfortable chairs and enjoy the pleasure of everyone having trouble getting their tickets. I considered sending a complaint to their superiors, but it was just.. well, u-know-who working for u-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we resorted to going to a nearby convenience store to get our money changed. and we got our tickets after all the trouble. Then, i saw something which was funny, yet giving me a feeling of hatred.&lt;br /&gt;There was this malay guy, buying his tickets from d machine too. RM8.00 was his total cost for the ticket, (i dont know to where he was headed, but the ticket seems rather expensive) .. anyway, the guy didnt want the trouble of having to insert notes into the machine then getting them bounced back, so he prepared RM8.00 OF COINS!!!! .. he took some time inserting it all into the machine.. then.. TAA-DAA!!.. all the coins he inserted into the machine had been ''vomitted'' out, like when a person hit the jackpot in Genting Highlands Casino.. Some error happened i suppose.. Gosh.. if i was in his place, i might have took a sledge hammer and made raw metal out of the machine...&lt;br /&gt;So with Malaysia promoting 'Visit Malaysia 2007' and offering these kind of services to people.. i doubt that it would be anyhow successful by failing to provide good transportation service to the people which is a necessity.. With this, dont say vision 2020 lah, vision 3020 also impossible la. duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-4293753346830873588?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/4293753346830873588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=4293753346830873588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/4293753346830873588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/4293753346830873588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/06/ktm-killing-tourism-malaysia.html' title='KTM - Killing Tourism Malaysia'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rn5xoJck9EI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MjYeseafDBA/s72-c/Banner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-5617050461166600562</id><published>2007-06-11T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T02:41:47.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like rubbing salt on my wounds...</title><content type='html'>I bet everyone has experienced stress and had overcomed it before clinging on to their beliefs and something they deeply care/like for. Im stressed, feeling lost, and imagine what, My parents(more of my dad) are trying to snatch away my last salvation. Well i believe im old and mature enough to know whats right for myself, but it just frustrates me that my parents dont trust me on certain decisions i make, putting a damn halt and objection to it. Not only that, when i ignore them, my dad starts doing really stupid stuff which is so freaking annoying. As said im stressed due to various reasons, and all i have left which brings me joy is trying to b taken away from me by my parents. Things just cant get any worst ( i hope) .. Well at d very least, its not always bad things that happens to us. I could at least put my thoughts on helping my friends campaign for d upcoming student council board election.&lt;br /&gt;And heres d reason i smile everday ..               &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rm5NCpck9DI/AAAAAAAAACs/v3xdIUipcxs/s1600-h/poster%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rm5NCpck9DI/AAAAAAAAACs/v3xdIUipcxs/s320/poster%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075078537973920818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rm5NCZck9CI/AAAAAAAAACk/twEmD-o9YUo/s1600-h/studentcouncilposter2copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rm5NCZck9CI/AAAAAAAAACk/twEmD-o9YUo/s320/studentcouncilposter2copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075078533678953506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-5617050461166600562?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/5617050461166600562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=5617050461166600562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/5617050461166600562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/5617050461166600562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/06/like-rubbing-salt-on-my-wounds.html' title='Like rubbing salt on my wounds...'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rm5NCpck9DI/AAAAAAAAACs/v3xdIUipcxs/s72-c/poster%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-5885679895340399923</id><published>2007-06-03T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T02:12:05.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My hometown, Ipoh</title><content type='html'>This weekend me and my family made a trip back to my hometown, ipoh to visit my grandpa which has been seriously ill since d last 2 weeks. It was really jam probably because of d school holidays and it took us 3hours n 30mins than d usual 1hour 40mins to reach ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i stepped in my grandpa's house, there i saw him lying on a special bed in d living area.&lt;br /&gt;He was so thin, there was no flesh in him. Only skin wrapping bones. His hands were all bruises.(this was due to some medication he took that caused side effects in which his skin turning soft and whenever he accidently knocked smth, it would start bleeding.) According to my grandman, his condition now was much better than 2 weeks ago. I really couldn't imagine what was to be of during d last 2 weeks. There i took his hand in mine, and asked if he could still recognize me. His eyes looking into mine.. '' Eu..Eu...Eu...ROY!! '' his pronunciation wasn't as accurate as before, but it had to be me =D A sign of relief passed through me, and i could at least force a smile at him. But i was sad though,  that he no longer could walk. His systems had failed him, and he no longer had the strength to walk . But the very least, i hope, he still has the strength and will to live.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from going back to ipoh for my grandfather, well of course.. theres always another reason.&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh Food!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, ipoh food is much much much, far far far better than KL food. Why?&lt;br /&gt;1. Its cheaper&lt;br /&gt;2. Its tastier&lt;br /&gt;3. Its cleaner&lt;br /&gt;4. The ppl serving it is much friendlier =)&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the food i ate over d past day i was in ipoh hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RmJmQyraNlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zXptd7cCoWk/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RmJmQyraNlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zXptd7cCoWk/s320/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071728569040385618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RmJmQyraNlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zXptd7cCoWk/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Rojak and sotong kangkung. (Esp d sotong kangkung..its really one of a kind!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-13.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-14.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-15.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RmJoISraNoI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNcxEVqDjpc/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RmJoISraNoI/AAAAAAAAACU/gNcxEVqDjpc/s320/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071730622034753154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipoh Famous Dry Curry mee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RmJojyraNpI/AAAAAAAAACc/_rcMCNyU3SE/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RmJojyraNpI/AAAAAAAAACc/_rcMCNyU3SE/s320/DSC00271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071731094481155730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Kaya pulut rice? lol.. Its a hainanese cuisine. (Im hainanese btw hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To sum it all up, ipoh food is simply better than Kl food. I could get watermelon juice, FRESH, NO added WATER for Rm1.50..&lt;br /&gt;In KL, 3.80, ''FRESH'',added WATER, and SUGAR ALSO!!!  watermelon juice =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LUCIA%7E1.NON/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-5885679895340399923?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/5885679895340399923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=5885679895340399923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/5885679895340399923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/5885679895340399923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-hometown-ipoh.html' title='My hometown, Ipoh'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RmJmQyraNlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zXptd7cCoWk/s72-c/DSC00268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-371945734592867015</id><published>2007-05-22T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:42:40.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BaBi-Qued</title><content type='html'>It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, wooihau , jon yee, karleong were online chatting. We felt bored these days, almost nothing to do even on saturday nights. So wooi hau, d chicken wing fanatic suggested that we went over to kar leong's house on sat night to barbeque. His one guy that would just give his suggestion, then sit and wait for his wish to come true. Well of course, it wouldn't be. Thankfully, he had a friend like me (lolzzz) .. so as usual, i started planning for the bbq. It was to be on the next day, so we didnt really have much time to prepare for all sorts of magnificent food. We only managed to prepare sausages, sweet potatoes, and last but not least, chicken wings!!(it was the reason why we all agreed to this bbq, all of us loveddd chicken wings).&lt;br /&gt;We decided only to invite guy friends to this bbq , as this would be an all-guy outing where we could share our deepest and dirtiest secrets =D I invited around 10 of our friends, but only 6 turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sat Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e reached kar leong's house at about 8pm. That lazy guy was still seated infront of his pc and didn't even start preparing the equipment needed for d bbq. After a short conversation, all of us were ready to start the fire for the bbq &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;We used fire starters, hair dryers, stand fans, cooking stoves.. but we could not get d charcoal heated for the bbq. Now all of us were really getting kinda fed up, we took turns relaxing on the massaging chair :D Then, a car drove in the porch... kar leong's dad!! our saviour!! He was indeed a pro at work, within minutes, he got d fire so big we could even feel the heat standing a foot away from d fire. Finally, we could start cooking our already marinated chickens =)&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed the first 15 chicken wings..wolfing them up like no tomorrow. Then for our next 15 chicken wings... waa-laa.. brilliant wooi hau didnt marinate them and it was totally tasteless..haha. Then, our second saviour appeared, Kar Leong's mum!! She gave us the ingredients that would get our chicken wings marinated in a mere 5minutes. We poured all the ingredients into the bowl with the 15 chicken wings left. Pepper, salt, soya sauce, etcetc.. Then we spreaded the ingredients to all the chicken wings in the ball together with our bare hands..&lt;br /&gt;Now im damn sure some idiot did not wash his hands be4 doing this, because after i ate these delicious chicken wings, my stomach was aching like hell. I passed everything out i ate for d night in d toilet. As soon as i came out, my so-called friends cum brothers had finished every last piece of food on d table!!!!.................................so much for 10 years of friendship huh? - -&lt;br /&gt;Nvm that, we continued d live broadcast of the manchester united vs chealsea match.&lt;br /&gt;It was alr extra time.. I was supporting mu, and my friends didnt support any particular team. Except jon yee which was a liverpool fan and wanted all hell to rise upon mu, thus supported chelsea..(liverpool sucks btw) haha..  Wooi hau had a reputation for one of d foul-est mouths among us. He would criticise ppl's disfigurement and so on..lolz And as soon as he opened his mouth to say smth bad about mu, WALAA Didier Drogba scored for chelsea.. 3minutes left on d clock, all hope was lost...Well im not a whiner, but what could i possibly do with my friend.. (his much stronger).. lol&lt;br /&gt;I was real sad as mu lost. So to all mu fans out there, remember his name!!!! We shall curse him for life!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-371945734592867015?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/371945734592867015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=371945734592867015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/371945734592867015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/371945734592867015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/05/babi-qued.html' title='BaBi-Qued'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-6403568167450237247</id><published>2007-05-13T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T01:59:14.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The hard-to-please species, and a very happy mother's day to all mums!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Statement 1 : Girls want guys that are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;loyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- When guys are loyal and not flirtatious, girls say that they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;predictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Statement 2 : Girls want a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;caring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- When guys care for their girlfriends a whole lot, girls say they feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;suffocated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Statement 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Girls want their boyfriends to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;sociable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- When guys are sociable and mixes around freely with other girls, girls get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Statement 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Girls like guys to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;spoil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;them with lavish gifts and presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- When guys give girls valuable gifts for their bdays,christmas..etcetc , girls get fed up and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;complain that all they ever wanted was something sincerely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hand made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Statement 5 : Girls prefer a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;naughty guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;compared to a boring but faithful guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Trust me girls, when guys get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, u ain't gonna like it =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Statement 6 : Girls like guys that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;excel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in their studies and  in sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- When guys devote time in their studies and sports, girls complain guys do not spend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Statement 7 : When guys spend lots of time with their girlfriends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Girls tend to say they want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;something different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not the usual movie and dinner outings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conclusion is, girls are hard to please. or should i say, impossible to please? well of course there are some which are easy to please =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is mothers day, despite all the above statements of women, im happy to say my mum is a wonderful woman which is caring and understanding too. I wouldn't dare say this infront of her, probably because guys are shy when it comes to this kinda stuff lol.. hopefully, she can ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what i think :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-6403568167450237247?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/6403568167450237247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=6403568167450237247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6403568167450237247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6403568167450237247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/05/hard-to-please-species-and-very-happy.html' title='The hard-to-please species, and a very happy mother&apos;s day to all mums!!'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-8654255273872650378</id><published>2007-05-08T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T01:57:16.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guy : Could u please give me a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Giive me a thousand reasons why i should do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Let there be a thounsand reasons not to love you, but ill still love you cause theres half a                 reason i should do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Let there be a thousand reasons for you to love me, ill still not love you because theres half a         reason i should not do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Why did u give me hope then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Because hope is the most i can give  you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-8654255273872650378?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/8654255273872650378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=8654255273872650378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/8654255273872650378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/8654255273872650378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/05/does-results-mean-anymore-to-me.html' title='....'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-8874202156255992515</id><published>2007-05-04T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:22:44.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from the canines..</title><content type='html'>Today i was browsing through the Star newspapers and i came across this article  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RjsonhT1rmI/AAAAAAAAABk/ag3-H71jyOM/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RjsonhT1rmI/AAAAAAAAABk/ag3-H71jyOM/s320/DSC00256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060683265702473314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was truly touched by this event... heres a closer view of the title :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RjspEBT1rnI/AAAAAAAAABs/8oOZHLZZWbo/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RjspEBT1rnI/AAAAAAAAABs/8oOZHLZZWbo/s320/DSC00254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060683755328745074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened in NZ, where 2 pitbulls were about to attack 5 young children, and yes, it was this Jack Russel Terrier that came to the rescue. It was much smaller in size compared to the pair of attackers, yet it stood up bravely, and fought to protect the lives of these children that were at stake. This dog was named George. It successfully saved the lives of all these children, but it was mauled by the attackers so badly it was to be put to sleep by the vet. A pyrrhic victory in the end..&lt;br /&gt;That led me thinking, a dog could show so much bravery in saving a few kids that it usually just played with. it was willing to do it despite the ultimate sacrifice - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;. Most importantly, the kids were not even its owner that fed him.&lt;br /&gt;Could humans ever do this for one another? Of course there are many people in this world that would and be willing to do this, but needless to say to be able to protect the lives of others, most importantly, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harm&lt;/span&gt; others.&lt;br /&gt;In the world we live in today, countless events of robbery, theft, murder, rape,speeding etc cases that take the lives of our kind are happening. The number of these cases are still significantly rising day by day. We live in a world that is no longer safe.. A night out having supper with friends could well turn into a tragic ending. These are all caused by the deeds of mankind which is truly heart breaking, i dread the day that this would happen to one of my friends and family. The thought of losing anyone of them is simply too much for me to take.&lt;br /&gt;So please, the next time be4 u do something such as speeding that could harm the lives of others, think twice, or even thrice be4 commiting to it.&lt;br /&gt;And heres a picture of our hero, George :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RjsvART1roI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hjOm7gFladM/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RjsvART1roI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hjOm7gFladM/s320/DSC00255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060690287974002306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-8874202156255992515?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/8874202156255992515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=8874202156255992515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/8874202156255992515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/8874202156255992515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/05/learn-from-canines.html' title='Learn from the canines..'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RjsonhT1rmI/AAAAAAAAABk/ag3-H71jyOM/s72-c/DSC00256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-3071679977640288221</id><published>2007-04-27T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:36:42.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally its Over... now tell me what should i do? hmm..</title><content type='html'>After 2 weeks of suffering, my final exams are over at last. D Laz paper was Csci, also d suckest of all. 600 pages++ to study in a book which has a small word font.. It was toughh, and i mean.. REAL TOUGH.. As soon as i studied chapter 1,2,3 i proceeded to chapter 4,5,6. as soon as i finished d last 3 chapters.. i forgot d first 3.. - -'' as i was tired of studying csci, i decided to do online exercises for it..after all dat hard work it was alr 11pm. thus, i decided to let reward myself with an hour on d pc after putting in so much effort =) so i started off playing..i planned to finish at 12am.. but things didnt really go accordingly, i ended finish playing at 2am.. my dad found out.. -toasted- , that was what it is.. it was like facing a firing squad of 11 people all aiming at me.. i've never really been scolded by my dad for such a long time sobs.. Anyway, whats done is done, theres no turning back..i seriously didnt regret playing that night cuz i had d chance to teach some retards a lesson =D (when i say retards, they're real big time retards, inexplainable in words lolz)&lt;br /&gt;So now is my 17day holiday stretch... i dont wanna spend all my time on the pc or just plain hanging out with friends.. i've got a feeling that i want to contribute smth to d society that has given me so much.. lolzz..&lt;br /&gt;but, i always have transport problems.. thats why im still wondering whether i should go sign up to b a social worker or not..preferably, i hope i could have a chance to work in d SPCA(with dogs) but d place is really far..transport transport transport!!! just cant wait till i get my darn license, then ill b real busy every single day hehe.&lt;br /&gt;mayb an orphanage would just b d right place to help out. Im not any rich child or smth, but at d very least im living in a family that could afford shelter and food which im very much grateful of. Hopefully, i can soon give out my share to this community (most probably once i get my license).. lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-3071679977640288221?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/3071679977640288221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=3071679977640288221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/3071679977640288221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/3071679977640288221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-finally-its-over-now-tell-me-what.html' title='Finally its Over... now tell me what should i do? hmm..'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-7120525956853253097</id><published>2007-04-13T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:41:48.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of '''speeeeeeed'' ... o.0</title><content type='html'>Imagine hurrying to finish your assignment and u decide to go 2 your friends place to do the assignment together. U ring the door bell..the door opens abruptly...&lt;br /&gt;Ji-an (with specs) : Hi Roy!...&lt;br /&gt;Me : '''ohmygod... is dis d rough, evil, inconsiderate ji-an i know??''' lolz.... ''mayb todays my lucky day, i get good treatment from her alas!!!'' ) :D ...&lt;br /&gt;Then, ji-an leads me into her room... spooky,dark, chilling... She presents me something to unlock d doors of finishing our assignment.. This..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rh-hiBV_A5I/AAAAAAAAABM/IHeZxll1j-I/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rh-hiBV_A5I/AAAAAAAAABM/IHeZxll1j-I/s320/DSC00217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052934912781255570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks cool? that was what i thought at first..The words ''Compaq'' catching my eye.. waa.. compaq laptop..  things r looking good huh? ..  too good to be true.. i soon found out... that this thing's pretty on the outside.. evil in the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rh-ihBV_A6I/AAAAAAAAABU/FEJ6PvtMiKc/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rh-ihBV_A6I/AAAAAAAAABU/FEJ6PvtMiKc/s320/DSC00216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052935995113014178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me further describe the evilness of this notebook...&lt;br /&gt;1. It takes approximately 3mins to get microsoft word started.&lt;br /&gt;2. Another 5mins to get Microsoft FrontPage started.&lt;br /&gt;3. As I Tunes is playing in the background, the notebook is like a volcano errupting.&lt;br /&gt;4. While chatting thru msn and surfing with internet explorer, it vibrates.&lt;br /&gt;5. With I Tunes,InternetExplorer,Microsoft Frontpage, Msn all on at one time.. the notebook erupts with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOLTEN LAVA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! lolzz.. nah just exaggerating.. but seriously.. its condition then is something close to it lolz..&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i Hereby, despite all the ''INCONVENIENCE'' caused by ji-an's ancient notebook, i must thank her for aiding me in successfully finishing my LAST and VERY LAST CSCI Assignment!!!! thanks ji-an, i appreciated it although your house that was flooded with lala-mui's caused great discomfort to me. (Including u) hahaha=D joking!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-7120525956853253097?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/7120525956853253097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=7120525956853253097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7120525956853253097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7120525956853253097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/04/definition-of-speeeeeeed-o0.html' title='Definition of &apos;&apos;&apos;speeeeeeed&apos;&apos; ... o.0'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/Rh-hiBV_A5I/AAAAAAAAABM/IHeZxll1j-I/s72-c/DSC00217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-6460305131914409596</id><published>2007-04-05T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T06:32:40.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April 2007. Li Wen's birthday.. &lt;br/&gt;Well, we had done all d planning before this, getting a present, and giving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; wen a nice and tasty cake from secret recipe / d pastry. &lt;br/&gt;Our choice? secret recipe's marble cheese cake. (i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; like it though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br/&gt;Anyways..who cares as long as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; wen likes it? =p &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; ..so there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; wen's bf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jin&lt;/span&gt;, dragging her away from us with all sorts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lamey&lt;/span&gt; reason so that we could light up d candles for d cake and put d cake in  the locker as a surprise for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; wen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br/&gt; Then.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; wen was brought to the scene. anxiously.. all of our eyes were focused on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; wen. studying her every move. scrutiny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt; upon reaching d locker, jin opened the locker and presented the cake wit the lighted candles to li wen. Its nothing really special though, but im sure li wen's happy with it aint ya? hehe&lt;br/&gt;At d moment, we sang li wen a bday song. ok, a sucky one.. but its always d thought and sincerity that counts rite? :D&lt;br/&gt; Here are some memorable moments..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RhTbSPohNuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u4lpH6j0D_A/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049902188669777634" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;li wen in action...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RhTb8PohNwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k2_T1j8VRn8/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049902910224283394" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;li wen and her bf, jin.. hey ex chs-ians.. he look familiar to u guys? well..his an ex prefect of chs.. a pretty snobbish one during his time as prefect.. =D anyhow.. his turned into a nice guy now, or mayb its cuz he does not have dat sort of power anymore? &gt;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning : Obscene pics ahead. Only for 18 and above XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RhTbsfohNvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EB727B-P6Nk/s320/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049902639641343730" /&gt; li wen and jin..doing dat usual kinda stuff..haha!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;hAppy Bday li wen. Hereby blessing u and jin happiness. Sorry i dont think i can make it to your party this saturday hehe.  &lt;br/&gt;Lucky li wen, having a nice secret recipe cake for her bday..&lt;br/&gt;Come to think of it... ive been living for 17 years now, besides my mum, no one has ever bought me a &lt;br/&gt;a birthday cake..  Maybe timmy's right, i am a lonely guy. Because i have average looks and probably that is why. Thankfully. i have my mum which will shower me with undivided love..bet u all r jealous aint ya? haha:D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&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/5808510601696431040-6460305131914409596?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/6460305131914409596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=6460305131914409596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6460305131914409596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/6460305131914409596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-th-april-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RhTbSPohNuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/u4lpH6j0D_A/s72-c/DSC00213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-5023406461659650839</id><published>2007-03-28T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:49:29.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-One Big Family-</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. 3months have passed. Studying in adp is more fun than i ever imagined, Special thanks to my ''family'' lolz. This semester is ending soon, final exams all in sight, apart from that, everythings enjoyable =) So here are my friends.. a.k.a. family. haha=D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RgpqnWrksXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wQiV_pKgRDY/s320/CollegeFriends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046963556757844338" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;From Left : Timothy, carien, ye shan, ji-an, wooihau, me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Timothy.. &lt;br/&gt; Silent as he was when we first met. but as timed passed, the perverted side of him showed.. It was not to be denied. But one thing, his a kind gentleman all gals would adore =) (especially ye shan)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Carien.. Christieni Natalia.. =D She hails from indonesia. Prettiest indonesian ive ever seen lolzzzzzzzzzzz. Shes adorable&lt;br/&gt; yet kind hearted. Sorry guys, shes taken. (psst, her bf is kinda lousy though.. lolzzz.. Jokin!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ye shan..&lt;br/&gt;Little.. yet big at heart =P shes outspoken and brave. Leader of d family, but no one ever listens to her haha:D Shes a hw freak.. But is always hit with a ''RE-DO'' in accounts.. ahahahaha..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ji-An&lt;br/&gt;a.k.a jachooi. okay now. shes the Queen of all cam whore-ians..  haha!!! (okok sry ji-an =D) Both of us quarrel, fight. Often, i end up in defeat when she chooses to give me the cold-treatment haha.. but all in all, shes still kind to me..thanks =X&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wooihau..&lt;br/&gt;Aaahaha..sissy king? lolzzz joking =D well, his one of my nicest friends. Doesnt mind helping me, his help here is something which is forever and ever =) i know im bad, alwiz giving him trouble..haha but then again, whats a family for then? wakakaka.. thanks pal hehe.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To sum it all..dere's still jon yee n chloe missing in the picture. But we'll never forget u jon yee.. a.k.a. bonboncat. U walk like a cat dats y lol. but ill need you too,  your my inspiration in maths..although im better than you.. hahahahaha.. &lt;br/&gt; Lastly , chloe a.k.a. li wen.. our princess in da family..CAUTION : fragile..do not touch.&lt;br/&gt;haha.. chloe goes off screaming  at the slightest of touches, but shes the one which will help us through hard times, am i rite li wen? =D &lt;br/&gt;Cheers~!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-5023406461659650839?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/5023406461659650839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=5023406461659650839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/5023406461659650839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/5023406461659650839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-big-family.html' title='-One Big Family-'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rxt4oWzdqDc/RgpqnWrksXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wQiV_pKgRDY/s72-c/CollegeFriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-1462325682409054179</id><published>2007-03-23T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T09:40:28.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UnRapid KL....!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>OK this was it! im gonna reach d damn bus stand early today and take d 7:15 bus so i wouldnt be late!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Ive tried taking d bus to college several times, it all turned out bad.. with me reaching late for calculus class. D stares from d faces of other peers was frightening..&lt;br /&gt;OK..so here i was, 7am sharp! 15minutes be4 d 7:15 bus would arrive. so i waited..&lt;br /&gt;i saw many other taylorians dere.. we all waited anxiously.. looking far ahead. hoping for d bus with d number 623...&lt;br /&gt;we waited...n waited..n waited.. my watch indicated 7.20.. no sign of d bus.. darn.&lt;br /&gt;7.30am still no sign. ok drats, im gonna b late again. Several taylorians decided not to wait any longer, they opted to take a cab. I was reluctant, wanting to save an extra buck.&lt;br /&gt;7.35am.. FINALLY... BUS 623!!!! ..everyone at d stand stood up, pushing their way in line to get on d bus.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the bus driver got down d bus, and started taking his own sweettime wiping the bus window. i was like... WTF!!!!!!! Im late!!!!! after all dat delay, he finally got on he bus and we took off. &lt;br /&gt;The bus was already crammed, but the driver showed the inconsiderate attitude almost all bus drivers had - to force more passengers in the bus to earn more. OK now.. could'nt reli give an accurate sum, but say.. 70 ppl on the bus? - - for every bus stand, i would say averagely, 10 went down, another 15 came up d bus. As soon as we passed d sunway pyramid stop, the bus was wobbly and unstable even when it was at low speed. &lt;br /&gt;As i reached my stop, i wanted to get down. i had to squish my way thru the pile of humans to get through.. it was so cram, even d bus' doors had difficulty to open.&lt;br /&gt;Finally i stepped down, breathe of fresh air~ Curse the Damn bus Driver!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-1462325682409054179?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/1462325682409054179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=1462325682409054179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/1462325682409054179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/1462325682409054179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/03/unrapid-kl.html' title='UnRapid KL....!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-9066916631613365145</id><published>2007-03-22T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T07:46:53.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more ...1 more to go.........and heres another one..</title><content type='html'>yeah..finally finished my csci project. Presentation was impressive. Credits to group members (Jon EE, Casandra Celestina XD, annoying ji-an, laaaaazyy eeeeee leen, and myself =D ). I felt relieved, but somehow.. just somehow.. deep inside me, i knew it wasn't the end of it. &lt;br/&gt;Yes! i was right.. the csci lecturer just passed us with yet another assignment - Creating my own website.. Holy coww.... here i knew, i was in deep shit. We were taught to create and edit our own website in a 2hour long ordeal in our csci lab class. I endured it, but sadly, i didnt reli know how to create a website yet =( &lt;br/&gt;Today was a real exhausting day. As soon as we finished our csci presentation, dere was d LAN presentation awating us. OK, i admit.. our presentation for LAN sucked. but who cares??! we just have to pass right? XD (despite that, i felt a lil humiliated doing d sucky presentation lolz)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;OK..d upcoming week is gonna be a shitty one too. Accounts test and LAN test!! i enjoy accounts thanks to my lecturer, for dat, ive decided not to disappoint u with my grades waahahahaha... as for LAN...sryy miss zakiah.. u've been real nice to us, letting us go early, merging 2 LAN sessions to 1.. shortening the time.. but in u're test next week.. sry to say.. ill have to cheat XD &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-9066916631613365145?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/9066916631613365145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=9066916631613365145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/9066916631613365145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/9066916631613365145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-more-1-more-to-goand-heres-another.html' title='1 more ...1 more to go.........and heres another one..'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-5035407993176159382</id><published>2007-03-18T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:58:48.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flags OF DeFeat..</title><content type='html'>CSCI.. (an introduction to computer science thingy) i never really liked it..even since day 1.. guys usually would show lots of interest in this subject..but i really really hated it..can u imagine, for CSCI..we had to do a freaking project, (check out what is it about in my last post).. ok so dere was me and my friend jon working on d model of d project which was only a small part of d whole dumb project..not long.. we got tired..even exhausted..quite satisfied with out achievements so far lol..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, an idea hit us both.. too relax, 2 relieve ourselves from stress piling upon us.. we decided to.. to... to...&lt;br /&gt;Play A Game OF Chinese Chess!!! lolz&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, i've sharpened my skills of chesss by playing with my cousins back in my hometown ipoh which were chess champions in their respective schools. So here i was thinking, hmm.. jon yee? piece of cake.. lol &lt;br /&gt;I Started off superbly, controlling d game =D (dont curse jon yee, i know u are doing it though =P) ok then, i started to get cocky, slacking in my game, not giving a 100% focus in it.. then BOOM! jon yee took advantage of my stupidity.. got rid of some of my important pieces. Now i was really pissed at myself, thinking.. WTH! HOW D HELL DID DAT not-so-pretty pretty girl distract me :D then..&lt;br /&gt;i picked up my game..started moving fluently again. Although jon yee was in d drivers seat, i could still control d game, mayb dis is cuz of my pure skills XD &lt;br /&gt;Feeling confident, i attacked with full force lol.. haih.. mayb i was over-confident..&lt;br /&gt;i slacked in my defences.. and 1 ! 2 ! 2 steps was all it took. checkmate, jon yee shouted. Screaming in joy while he saw me cursing in agony. &lt;br /&gt;I lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-5035407993176159382?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/5035407993176159382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=5035407993176159382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/5035407993176159382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/5035407993176159382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/03/flags-of-defeat.html' title='Flags OF DeFeat..'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-799929065852864495</id><published>2007-03-17T04:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T04:48:45.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy schedule For D Nightt!!!</title><content type='html'>eeeesh, wasted all my phone credit calling everyone to b dere on time 4 futsal..den at d laz minute..eeesh..my friend pow jack tells me his in ipoh!!! !@##%^%$&amp;amp;$^* ...... zzz ah but nvm.. i could easily keep myself busy for d sat morning.. my dad bought sum dvd's home&lt;br/&gt;yest..okay..as for d night.. im going to my pal jon yee's house to spend d night..(not dat im gay or anything) .. its just dat we have csci project to work on..CSCI is a freaking USELESSS SUBject..its credits are NON TRANSFERABLE 2 the US..and itssss really pissing me off with the tonnes of assignment thrown at me every single day.. arghhhh..anyways.. heres a glimpse of our project..we're supposed to make a model of dis thingy...&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/flying-car-m400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;lets hope our plan to cr8 dis flying car works XD.. den dere's d MANU match at 11pm 2nite..feeel&lt;br/&gt;like watching it although jon yee's a liv fan.. (now i know a lot of u out dere hates manu, too bad, i&lt;br/&gt;know ure just jealous.. lolzzzzz XD)&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-799929065852864495?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/799929065852864495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=799929065852864495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/799929065852864495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/799929065852864495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy-schedule-for-d-nightt.html' title='Busy schedule For D Nightt!!!'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-5832662734261920573</id><published>2007-03-16T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:48:05.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A SaD SaD Story 4 a Sad Sad Day...</title><content type='html'>Friday! ahh... d end of college for a week.. i was happily planning to go home n play pc..den d next day futsal.. but 2 my horror.. as soon as i on my msn, dere was my primary friend, XXX.. scolding/cursing/swearing at me.. lolzzz he did dis cuz of a GIRLLLL..can u imagine dat??? Yearrrs of friendship.. and he chooses a girl instead of me..T.T it really hurts me deeply.. sobs.. lolzz over d years, i showered my love on him..as a friend, i protected him from danger and stuff XD .. and dis is how he repaid me... =( haih.. how i hope he was d guy without dat girl.. =D =D =D =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-5832662734261920573?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/5832662734261920573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=5832662734261920573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/5832662734261920573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/5832662734261920573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/03/sad-sad-story-4-sad-sad-day.html' title='A SaD SaD Story 4 a Sad Sad Day...'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-3952212620847280859</id><published>2007-03-15T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:32:34.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustttttttt...!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ahh..sec day with my blog.. but i cant change d templates.. duno y it just wont work =.=&lt;br /&gt;eeesh tired of trying now.. just gonna post lolz.. hmm i suckkk in my calculus exam .. haihhhss.. i studies hard for it.. (not really, just a lil =D) haih.. but d results just weren't good enuf =( in english class..things were even worst.. d whole class got scolding becuz of 1 freakinggggg ''egyptian''.. for christ sake T_T To sum it all, ive still got english hw to do.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-3952212620847280859?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/3952212620847280859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=3952212620847280859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/3952212620847280859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/3952212620847280859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/03/frustttttttt.html' title='Frustttttttt...!!!!!!'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-7027725652067797818</id><published>2007-03-14T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T06:47:23.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate it..while u can...</title><content type='html'>my friends told me they witnessed a guy who fell off the 15th floor and died.. not sure if its a suicide case or wad..but dat doesnt matter.. it just reminds me how short life can be. Ppl nowadays often live their lives without valuing the ppl and stuff around them.. (i guess it includes me too). And these things could easily leave our lives anytime.. Something precious 2 me once left me because i didnt appreciate it as much as i should have been.. but i had another chance.. haha.. Dis time i did appreciate it.. but sadly, it still left me, again. Haha okay, ill quit da sad stuff here.. but d point here is, APPRECIATE IT , BE4 ITS TOO LATE! if u love a girl, go for her! if u want her, tell her so! (its a general statement to all, but its also a special msg to my 10year friend, U-KNOW-HU)  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5808510601696431040-7027725652067797818?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/7027725652067797818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=7027725652067797818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7027725652067797818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7027725652067797818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/03/appreciate-itwhile-u-can.html' title='Appreciate it..while u can...'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808510601696431040.post-7767679200425470843</id><published>2007-03-14T04:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T04:34:42.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey there..ive always wanted to blog.. and now.. ive finally done it!! lol &lt;br/&gt;Anyways..today was a boring day as usual.. finish classes early, feeling tired.. D only thing dat lightens my day is dat ive finish my calculus TEST!! woo.. Fact is ,  ive a lot of stuff to say..but will leave it for another day.. &lt;br/&gt;too tired. &lt;br/&gt;Just wish i will get good grades for my calculus TEST..!!!&lt;br/&gt; As for spm results..Seriously, im not to happy bout it =(  &lt;br/&gt;got a blaadddyyy B4 forrr BM......wthhhhh.. i remembered i wrote fluently in my bm &lt;br/&gt;karangan though.. lolzzz&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/5808510601696431040-7767679200425470843?l=euroy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/feeds/7767679200425470843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5808510601696431040&amp;postID=7767679200425470843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7767679200425470843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808510601696431040/posts/default/7767679200425470843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://euroy.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-start.html' title='A New Start..!!!'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03368175005727397542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
