<?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-4450535653862393918</id><updated>2012-01-18T18:34:52.184+08:00</updated><category term='Days at home'/><category term='Happy Ending'/><category term='Holy Shit'/><category term='Phone blogging'/><category term='Condolences'/><category term='Life is?'/><category term='Rubbish'/><category term='Very emo'/><category term='Internship'/><category term='Another crappy blog'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Happy Times'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Loving each day'/><category term='Pure crap'/><category term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>i-Wil-C</title><subtitle type='html'>Stress is like garbage. When your garbage truck is full, you need to unload it at the proper landfill. THIS, is my landfill.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-4223026643967729632</id><published>2012-01-11T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:05:00.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survive the new year</title><content type='html'>I know it should be happy new year, but for me, it'd be just about surviving. It feels like a tough year ahead. And it doesn't even take more than a month to realize that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the new year, me. I always try to not put so much high hopes, especially when it is regarding others. For people do disappoint, they are not perfect too. But in times of need, I forgot. When I'm desperate for a change, I can't help but to hope. A hope for a better tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I make it sound like it's the end of the world? Hell no, I know it isn't the end of the world. Just a disappointed person ranting here. No one's fault I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blog oh blog, how I've missed you. You know, every time I post something here, it's as if I am talking to myself. If it wasn't for the recent MBTI test that I've taken, I'd think me crazy as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I think like an introvert. I prefer to talk in my own head, blog and write diary then talking to others. Oh wait, I don't write any diary. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... I don't handle depression well. Or disappointment. Crap... I only make a fair weathered friend. I suck at all these. When I'm unhappy, I can't seem to write anything about it. It is difficult to express it. My thoughts run wild. I can't seem to think of anything positive. And this is the part where I know I need to sleep. Sleeping the anger off. But I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired feeling that the world owes me something. No one does. I need to fight for it. And this is me telling myself, "Hey you! You are no fucking doormat. You are not a pushover, and people will not take you for granted. Your brain is a gift, so use it wisely. Don't wait to be discovered! You have to show to people that you can do things. Be appreciated!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this year, it's not about survival. I will be better, and I will kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-4223026643967729632?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/4223026643967729632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2012/01/survive-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4223026643967729632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4223026643967729632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2012/01/survive-new-year.html' title='Survive the new year'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-1110146708800379160</id><published>2011-11-11T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:21:00.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>I can’t stand to fly&lt;br/&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br/&gt;I’m just out to find&lt;br/&gt;The better part of me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane&lt;br/&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train&lt;br/&gt;It’s not easy to be me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;br/&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;br/&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;br/&gt;About a home I’ll never see&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive&lt;br/&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;br/&gt;I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede&lt;br/&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;br/&gt;It’s not easy to be me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Up, up and away...away from me&lt;br/&gt;It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight&lt;br/&gt;I’m not crazy...or anything...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can’t stand to fly&lt;br/&gt;I’m not that naive&lt;br/&gt;Men weren’t meant to ride&lt;br/&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;br/&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;br/&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;br/&gt;Looking for special things inside of me&lt;br/&gt;Inside of me&lt;br/&gt;Inside me&lt;br/&gt;Yeah, inside me&lt;br/&gt;Inside of me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br/&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br/&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br/&gt;Looking for a dream&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I’m only a man&lt;br/&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;br/&gt;And it’s not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Its not easy to be me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;P.s: If you fail, try and try again. &lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-1110146708800379160?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/1110146708800379160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/11/superman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1110146708800379160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1110146708800379160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/11/superman.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5278658836309143593</id><published>2011-08-07T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T08:24:09.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is?'/><title type='text'>How much are you worth actually?</title><content type='html'>You really need to be exposed to know how much are you worth. In fact, for most of the fresh graduates, they don't know it at all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was one of them. Thinking that because I'm a fresh graduate, I'll take whatever shitty pay, shitty job and anything shitty. All for just one reason: I'm fresh. So here am I to correct everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO. You have to remember, like what Loreal said "Because you're worth it!". Yes! We are worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tips for freshie, there's no such thing as you should take any shit given. Always remember that although you may not have the relevant experience, but at least you have the qualification. Although you can't expect them to pay you more than the market price, but at least they can't pay you any lesser. Being paid at the market price is only because that is the market price. Any lower shows that the employer is cheap, and seriously, don't bother working there. And if you already are, then continue looking for new job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some employers have the mentality of Beyonce's song: Irreplaceable. If that is the case, if you are so replaceable, I gotta say, by all means, let them replace you. Dwelling in that position any longer changes nothing. Of course, this applies both ways. Just remember that if you are not appreciated, go to elsewhere that will appreciate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given the right talent, knowledge and skills, there definitely are other places that value you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I posting this? Because I want to let &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; know that we are worth more than we think. And after you have read this, I doubt that you will keep it to yourself and yourself only. But I actually don't mind, cause this is not a news for anyone. Given a crappy working environment, anyone will leave if there's a better offer. What's new right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5278658836309143593?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5278658836309143593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5278658836309143593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-much-do-you-worth-actually.html' title='How much are you worth actually?'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5326686676287523765</id><published>2011-07-18T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:22:00.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray</title><content type='html'>Verse 1:&lt;br/&gt;(oh oh oooh, oh oh ooh, oh oh oooh)&lt;br/&gt;(And I pray)&lt;br/&gt;I just can't sleep tonight,&lt;br/&gt;knowing that things ain't right.&lt;br/&gt;It's in the papers, it's on the TV,&lt;br/&gt;it's everywhere that I go.&lt;br/&gt;Children are crying, soldiers are dying, &lt;br/&gt;some people don't have a home.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pre Chorus:&lt;br/&gt;But I know there's sunshine beyond that rain, &lt;br/&gt;I know there's good times behind that pain, (hey)&lt;br/&gt;Can you tell me how I can make a change?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Chorus:&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes, and I can see a better day,&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes and pray.&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes and I can see a better day,&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes and pray.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br/&gt;I lose my appetite, knowing kids starve tonight&lt;br/&gt;Am I a sinner? Cause half my dinner,&lt;br/&gt;Is still there on my plate.&lt;br/&gt;Ooh I got a vision, to make a difference,&lt;br/&gt;and it's starting today.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cause I know there's sunshine beyond that rain, &lt;br/&gt;I know there's good times beyond that pain&lt;br/&gt;Heaven tell me I can make a change.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Chorus:&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes, and I can see a better day,&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes and pray. (yeaah)&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes and I can see a better day,&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes and,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bridge:&lt;br/&gt;I pray for the broken-hearted,&lt;br/&gt;I pray for the life not started.&lt;br/&gt;I pray for all the lungs not breathing,&lt;br/&gt;I pray for all the souls that need a break,&lt;br/&gt;Can you give 'em one today?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just can't sleep tonight, &lt;br/&gt;Can someone tell me how to make a change?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;End Chorus:&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes, and I can see a better day,&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes and pray, (Ooh)&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes and I can see a better day,&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes and I pray, (ooh)&lt;br/&gt;I pray, I pray&lt;br/&gt;I close my eyes and pray.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes, I know how to change. &lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5326686676287523765?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5326686676287523765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5326686676287523765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/07/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-1476831881754774869</id><published>2011-07-01T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T04:20:00.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There must be more to life.</title><content type='html'>Yea, yea&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh ohh, yeaaa&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've got it all, but I feel so deprived&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I go up, I come down and I'm emptier inside&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I'm missing&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And why can't I let it go&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There's gotta be more to life...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cause the more that I'm...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tripping out thinking there must be more to life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Than wanting more&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've got the time and I'm wasting it slowly&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here in this moment I'm half way out the door&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Onto the next thing, I'm searching for something that's missing&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There's gotta be more to life...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cause the more that I'm...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tripping out thinking there must be more to life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm wanting more.....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm always waiting on something other than this&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why am I feelin' like there's something I missed.....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There's gotta be more to life...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cause the more that I'm...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tripping out thinking there must be more to life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more to life...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cause the more that I'm...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tripping out thinking there must be more to life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well it's life, but I'm sure... there's gotta be more to life....life..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ohh...more to life..life..theres gotta be more to life...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ohh...more to life....theres gotta be more to life...ohhh&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-1476831881754774869?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1476831881754774869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1476831881754774869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-must-be-more-to-life.html' title='There must be more to life.'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-2870783406684021478</id><published>2011-06-13T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T19:56:03.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very emo'/><title type='text'>Hello Muscle!</title><content type='html'>How have you been pal? I've been missing you since you went away. How's afterlife? Er... Although I'm not entirely sure that there is any for doggies, but if there is, you totally deserve one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a bit after one year. Man, how time flies. Last year when you were gone, I remembered that it was a painful day. And I went to Genting with Joyce the morning after. Guess what? This year around the same time, we went to Genting too. But this time, it's a bit different. We stayed a night there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, days without you haven't been too kind to me. Partly because of my pimples reoccurred, salary that does not seem to go up any faster than I hope it'll be, still a nobody in the office, I'm too poor to afford things that I want,... I don't know, the list can go on and on. I know, you around wouldn't have changed anything. But I can't help but to remember your bark, and your annoyingly handsome face. Unfortunately ever since you, there wasn't any other dog that could match your good looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, but I saw a Goldie in front of Joyce's house. Hahaha... Just kidding, no other dog will replace your number 2 position in our heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiks! Don't be sad, you know Boy Boy came into our lives before you? And he was younger when he left us. Don't be jealous k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... I know you won't know this. Not like I gave you my blog link anyway. And I think people might start thinking that I'm going a bit bonkers. Wish you well, dear old friend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-2870783406684021478?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2870783406684021478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2870783406684021478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-muscle.html' title='Hello Muscle!'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8635067109915367759</id><published>2011-06-10T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:30:01.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear sky</title><content type='html'>I know I worry unnecessarily. But at least now I know I don't have a reason to be worried. I'm relieved. :-) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Seriously, it's inherited from mom. I need to not worry so much. &lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8635067109915367759?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8635067109915367759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8635067109915367759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/06/clear-sky.html' title='Clear sky'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3343384628474648791</id><published>2011-06-01T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:21:01.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>30-1=29. Yay!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There's 29 years more to go!! Assuming I'm gonna live that long la. without realizing I'm already a year old at working. Shit. I'm growing old too fast now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happy one year anniversary for me! &lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3343384628474648791?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3343384628474648791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3343384628474648791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/06/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-285865820117981611</id><published>2011-05-23T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T09:01:00.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is?'/><title type='text'>I need a good life too</title><content type='html'>One Republic - Good life &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Woke up in London yesterday&lt;br/&gt;Found myself in the city near Piccadilly&lt;br/&gt;Don't really know how I got here&lt;br/&gt;I got some pictures on my phone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;New names and numbers that I don't know&lt;br/&gt;Address to places like Abbey Road&lt;br/&gt;Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want&lt;br/&gt;We're young enough to say&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh this has gotta be the good life&lt;br/&gt;This has gotta be the good life&lt;br/&gt;This could really be a good life, good life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight&lt;br/&gt;Like this city is on fire tonight&lt;br/&gt;This could really be a good life&lt;br/&gt;A good, good life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To my friends in New York, I say hello&lt;br/&gt;My friends in L.A. they don't know&lt;br/&gt;Where I've been for the past few years or so&lt;br/&gt;Paris to China to Col-or-ado&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now&lt;br/&gt;We are god of stories but please tell me-e-e-e&lt;br/&gt;What there is to complain about&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Bridge 1]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When you're happy like a fool&lt;br/&gt;Let it take you over&lt;br/&gt;When everything is out&lt;br/&gt;You gotta take it in&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Bridge 2]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hopelessly&lt;br/&gt;I feel like there might be something that I'll miss&lt;br/&gt;Hopelessly&lt;br/&gt;I feel like the window closes oh so quick&lt;br/&gt;Hopelessly&lt;br/&gt;I'm taking a mental picture of you now&lt;br/&gt;'Cuz hopelessly&lt;br/&gt;The hope is we have so much to feel good about&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-285865820117981611?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/285865820117981611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/285865820117981611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-need-good-life-too.html' title='I need a good life too'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5995021606980538023</id><published>2011-05-20T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T08:55:00.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear oh dear</title><content type='html'>Ever felt like things might go wrong? Lately I've been feeling a bit paranoid. But I can't really help it. Being me, I know if I'm worried, chances are there are things that might go wrong. But just this once, please prove me wrong. Desperately need to be proven wrong. &lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5995021606980538023?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5995021606980538023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5995021606980538023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-dear-oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear oh dear'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5429800011528366699</id><published>2011-05-20T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T01:09:00.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>iBlogger</title><content type='html'>Thanks to iBlogger, now I can blog on the go. Maybe I can still blog once in a while. Yay!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I need a reminder so that I will never take two glasses of coffee in a day. And the best part is I could go to the wonderland regardless of taking caffeine or now. Now I'm just tired. Crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5429800011528366699?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5429800011528366699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5429800011528366699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/05/iblogger.html' title='iBlogger'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-6426877234237740697</id><published>2011-04-25T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:27:15.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Awana</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I stayed in a hotel at such a price, and the best part is there aren't 10 people to share with. Lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after weeks of depression and unhappiness, we decided that I need a vacation. A short vacation, a getaway. It was really necessary, as it sorts of relaxes the brain muscles. Poor brain muscles, worked so hard for this few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, we wanted to go to Avillion PD. But rooms are full. Holy crap, that place must be super good. 500-600 a night and yet it was fully booked. I can't believe it too! We down selected to Awana. For once, accommodation should be given first priority. It was worth every single cent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's only Genting, there's nothing much to it, but the combination of the weather and the company, are just the things that I need. A very relaxing holiday indeed. Too bad it has to end, and now I'm having Monday blues on a Sunday night. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope for greater days ahead. XOXO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-6426877234237740697?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6426877234237740697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6426877234237740697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/04/awana.html' title='Awana'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3464556921945868283</id><published>2011-04-08T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T18:40:53.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea</title><content type='html'>Swimming seems like an easy thing. Just kick hard enough, eventually you will float. &lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, that is not very true. It's easier to be a diver, than to be a swimmer. With an oxygen tank, all you need to do is to sink in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, it's not as easy as I said too, but it's the same idea as going downhill compared to uphill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what happens when someone that always swim upstream, somehow lost it all. And started diving. It's not something easy to adjust, but it's just easier to sink. And the further down you sink, the lower you get to. What if, at one point, you realized, you are stuck down there. You tried to swim up, but, you just can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Struggle all you may, scream if you can, but I think you are stuck at a point of no return. It feels like swimming back to the surface is impossible. You don't see any lights above your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only say, good luck... Better swim up fast, else, I'm sure you'll be killed by the pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3464556921945868283?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3464556921945868283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3464556921945868283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/04/sea.html' title='Sea'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-4606138832105041268</id><published>2011-03-23T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:18:12.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is?'/><title type='text'>In loving memories of 舅母</title><content type='html'>Dear aunt,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the fact that we may not be very close. We didn't even talk annually. But I guess this is the least I can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just happen to be the wife of this uncle, the uncle that happens to be not my mom's favourite. Mom can't help it but to be closer to her favourite. We can't help it when we stay an hour plus away from each other. If there's any visiting, it'll always be us visiting on chinese new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, there are some small bits of memories about you. When I was a lot younger. It's like, we used to visit you a lot when I was younger. But what happened after that? Why did it stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always remember when we visited Seremban, both you and uncle would be great hosts and bring us around. Not only that, every time uncle will made the visit even more fun when he bring us to the club. I can't remember exactly, but I remember I always enjoyed it a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I also remember those chinese new years that we spent in Kampar. Personally I don't quite understand why is it that other aunts think of you as the 38 lady. Like I used to say, filters are hard to find in a lot of people, that I'd admit. But you were at least honest to everyone. Not hypocrite. That alone I find that you are different from others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I grew older, I noticed that we grew further apart. Just no more visits, and sometimes, we don't even meet on chinese new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's life, it happens. People tend to grow further apart for unknown reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next bit I remembered was the talk we had last year. Surprisingly I don't know how it happened, but I'm glad we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember in William's car, we talked about those times when I was a kid. How you said that we are closer to mom's sister compared to mom's brother. Mom brought us up to be entirely different from your kids. How you complained/bragged about our cousins. But from that talk alone, I can see a lot of similarities in you and mom. Cause, both of you are mothers. And you make a lot of sacrifices for everyone. And worries about everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the time that I saw you withe the growth on your shoulder. It was very shocking to see growth with size almost half of a football. And yet, you can't stop worrying about others. Maybe I should have told you to worry about yourself and not others. But, too bad I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Months ago, you had the surgery to amputate your arm. The growth was no longer bearable. I knew if there was a better way, you would have taken it. But god knows you suffered enough from that growth, at least I think you had life a bit easier without it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But your cancer can't help it but reoccur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, it's god's will to take you back. The very least is you had a good life and a loving family. Eventually no one can avoid being sick. And at the time that you are being so sick, you returned to god. I know it's for the better. God loves you more than anyone else. I know uncle and cousins will be able to take care of themselves. Don't worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in peace. You will always be remembered dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-4606138832105041268?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4606138832105041268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4606138832105041268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-loving-memories-of.html' title='In loving memories of 舅母'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-1723433784397667155</id><published>2011-03-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:46:16.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty sun</title><content type='html'>Do you have any idea how beautiful the sun is? I know. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-1723433784397667155?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1723433784397667155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1723433784397667155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/03/pretty-sun.html' title='Pretty sun'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-6330184769072050073</id><published>2011-03-18T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:53:16.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit'/><title type='text'>Dear diary</title><content type='html'>Life as we know it ain't as ideal as the one we have in our mind. I always knew I'd rather be a bit poorer than to trade all my time for money. So, I was given the chance to try what if I have a bit more money, but I will have to trade in most of my time. Work from 8 to 8, to 10 even, working on Saturdays and Sundays. Apart from losing count on the date, I might actually go crazy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I'm different. People generally go =) when they know they can work over time to earn the extra bucks. I just don't. In fact, I feel depressed. And it's not even here yet. Again, another 12 working days straight in a row. I can't take it, but I have to. I just have to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... To think of bored and neglected Joyce, untrimmed hair, unwashed car, etc etc, it is really getting harder to breathe these days. I was promised the land of no OT. Seems like it's a broken promise yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would the new intake share the workload soon? Will I finally get back all the time that I should have? Or is there any job on Earth that doesn't need their employee to work OT at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-6330184769072050073?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6330184769072050073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6330184769072050073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-diary_18.html' title='Dear diary'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-1865963393568713102</id><published>2011-03-14T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T01:05:36.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is?'/><title type='text'>Bye bye</title><content type='html'>I don't know. Suddenly I just miss them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;This is for my peoples who just lost somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put your hand way up high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will never say bye (no, no, no)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lift your head to the sky 'cause we will never say bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. Nope, not all in that list. Just grandma and grandpas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the way they smile. It's like the happiest thing on earth. How their eye would wrinkle when they do. Almost not able to see their eyes when they smile. I miss them. I remember the times when they were still strong and healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They loved, they helped, they spoiled. I can name all of the things that they did, and honestly, not a single one that I don't miss. How she used to let the house door open all day. How he used to like to keep birds in cages. How he loved cycling. In the end they had difficult hearing. But it didn't stop them from trying. We did. They tried to hear us, but eventually we went, oh well, they can't really hear us. Let's not force it. Bad grandchild. Bad bad grandchild. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit. I really should stop here. Emotions. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-1865963393568713102?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1865963393568713102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1865963393568713102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/03/bye-bye.html' title='Bye bye'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-73451025599522932</id><published>2011-03-14T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:52:30.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure crap'/><title type='text'>Dear diary</title><content type='html'>These moments are rare. To be able to stay pass bed time. And don't even know why am I not sleeping.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Band Perry's song is really nice. But to post it here, it might give people the wrong idea. But do go and check it out. Song title is If I die young. Haha... Nope. Not suicidal. It's just a very nice emo song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click. Next song now. How about....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It starts with&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One thing I don't know why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesn't even matter how hard you try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To explain in due time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time is a valuable thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's so unreal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Didn't look out below&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watch the time go right out the window&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trying to hold on, but didn't even know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or wasted it all just to watch you go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I kept everything inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And even though I tried, it all fell apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A memory of a time when&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried so hard and got so far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But in the end it doesn't even matter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had to fall to lose it all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But in the end it doesn't even matter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;One thing, I don't know why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesn't even matter how hard you try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To remind myself how&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried so hard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In spite of the way you were mocking me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acting like I was part of your property&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remembering all the times you fought with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm surprised&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It got so far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things aren't the way they were before&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You wouldn't even recognize me anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not that you knew me back then&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it all comes back to me in the end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You kept everything inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And even though I tried, it all fell apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A memory of a time when&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried so hard and got so far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But in the end it doesn't even matter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had to fall to lose it all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But in the end it doesn't even matter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've put my trust in you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And for all this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's only one thing you should know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've put my trust in you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And for all this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's only one thing you should know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried so hard and got so far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But in the end it doesn't even matter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had to fall to lose it all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But in the end it doesn't even matter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds better huh? I know I'm tired. I'm gonna listen to my songs and sleep now. I'm gonna survive. No worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-73451025599522932?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/73451025599522932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/73451025599522932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-diary_14.html' title='Dear diary'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5693818598559185214</id><published>2011-03-14T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:27:50.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very emo'/><title type='text'>Dear diary</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time. I mean usually it was mostly ups. Only those handful times that I hadn't been feeling good. But lately, it's not the same anymore.&lt;div&gt;Don't even ask what is it that I'm feeling. I don't know. I really don't. Or maybe I do. But it doesn't matter. My brain refused to process it. I can't seem to make sense out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down, down, down. Yes. It's something like that. Like nothing good can ever happen. If something good happened, it's like a miracle. The bad things are like the 'must' here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to think, it is true. Life is about misery. Life is a long process of misery trying to torture all of us. Sigh. I'm not being suicidal or anything. No worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just, it suddenly struck me that I was a dumb optimist all these while. In fact, I really feel that I was very dumb. How could I not realized? Disney will always have happy ending. But I'm not living in that magical land. In this real world, it's always problems after problems. It is only fair to think that by default, people should feel unhappy all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hence, those special times, if somehow or somewhat made you happy, those are rare. That should be like a gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I post, the more depressing it gets. Think I should stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess for once, I'll say these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, tomorrow won't be a better day. Life will unfortunately somehow suck for everyone. Will be and always will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5693818598559185214?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5693818598559185214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5693818598559185214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-diary.html' title='Dear diary'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8771495050378213432</id><published>2011-02-22T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:12:10.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit'/><title type='text'>U.N</title><content type='html'>UNtrimmed hair....&lt;div&gt;UNwashed car....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNrested body.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNsettled debt.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNsolved problems....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired. I hope this doesn't go on and on. I hate seeing myself so messy. I hate not being able to do things, settle my own stuff. And I hate being busy. I can only hope it'll be better soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe it will be better. I do believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it seems that the days of me sitting at home doing nothing is so over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired, I feel like screaming. Maybe I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I should....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8771495050378213432?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8771495050378213432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8771495050378213432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/02/un.html' title='U.N'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8128833265317131215</id><published>2011-02-09T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:14:10.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>Grudges</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you hold your grudges against others?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce would tell me, some people like to hold their grudges. They will polish it, nurse it, feed it, all just to let it grow bigger. On days that you have nothing to do, you take it out, slowly remind yourself about what happened. On days that you meet people, and if you are lucky, that person who will be so in favour to help you pump it bigger. So, you ended up getting angrier than you already are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so agree that it happens a lot to many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what's the point? Isn't life a lot easier if you just forgive and forget? If you hold it for such a long time, it'll only make your life miserable. Not the one you are angry at. Hence, the only one paying for it will be you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many small things that people can be angry of. But if you want to mind about every single small thing, I think you will spend your life being angry to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I posting this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I wanna tell the whole world that the petty fella (aka me) actually learned to forgive and forget. Really. Not very long ago someone said that I'm not worth it. If I were me a few years ago, I bet I will never talk to that someone anymore. But I guess I grew up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned to not say things if you have nothing nice to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned that complaining will not make anything better except to annoy the hell out of everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned that if you want something, you have to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learned that a little forgiveness can go a long long way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am far from being wise, but I'll continue to learn. Will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8128833265317131215?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8128833265317131215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8128833265317131215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/02/grudges.html' title='Grudges'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5251725446808181778</id><published>2011-01-05T07:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:12:47.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>MC</title><content type='html'>It's weird that I have this uncanny feeling telling me I'll be fired soon enough.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try falling sick and claiming medical fees every month. Hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay yay! Vacation time! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5251725446808181778?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5251725446808181778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5251725446808181778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2011/01/mc.html' title='MC'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8707473814922968922</id><published>2010-12-28T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:10:39.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>You said goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I said hello&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know why you say goodbye &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I say hello&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello 2010! I know this might be a little early. But I've been too busy to even post anything simple. Yup, old age is catching. Like what the gang said, when you start liking fatty meats, you are growing old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has not been 100% kind to me. Yes, I'm a happy man, but still with lotsa things in my mind. Money seems to be the main priority here, cause I'm living at my prime time, but I'm not doing super well. Right now, there's just not enough money for anything and everything. I am a poor working person. That is sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, 2010, is definitely with ups and downs. Life for me is no longer about leveling up in some random MMORPG, it's about everything else. I'm still coping. Time management is a mess. I don't have time for friends, and my family, which I regret. I don't know how to solve this. If I just don't have enough time, I just don't. Weeks that I don't even sleep 7 hours a day, I work 13 days in a row, I'm happy enough I don't fall sick. I do hope that people don't expect me to have all the time in the world. The fact is I don't even have time for myself. Sigh... Sometimes I just think that I should just ignore everything else and free my mind for a little. That, should be my new year's resolution. I don't know if I can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, some friends would think I have changed. Which I can't deny, cause moving forward is about changing. If you don't change, you can't move forward. I can't say all changes are good, but I do hope it's for better future. Sorry to my friends that I've neglected. I just hope that I won't turn out to be like one of my ex USM mate. That would be really really sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family of course, there's nothing much I can do. From dedicating most of my time to them, I have reduced to taking my house as a hotel. All I do everyday is to go home, bathe, eat, then go out, and go home sleep. Weekends? Even worse, it's almost impossible to see me at home before 12 midnight. And I leave my house before 12 noon. I know I used to complain about William. Why is he always not around? Wake up and go out till midnight when everyone is asleep? How to even tell him anything? If there is any interaction, it can only be done by using a handphone. I know how I used to hate that. Just, I can't believe I'm doing it now too. Hello Pottie William, I'm Kettle Wilson... SWT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year's resolution, I'll manage my time carefully, and yes, spending at least a little time at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work? I wish I'm getting richer, but I'm not. Please drop some money from the sky, God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, this post consists of my 2010 final post, and also my 2011 new year's resolution. Because I don't have time to write two posts, I'm taking opportunity of my holiday/leave to write this post. I do hope my next post will not be on my replacement holiday, or midnights when I'm being an insomniac. But blogging is about inspiration. If I wanna write, but I can't write, it'll all be gone in seconds. And yes, it explains the countable posts nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off from my almost dying blog. Happy New Year people, may all of you grow healthier, taller and wealthier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8707473814922968922?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8707473814922968922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8707473814922968922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-said-goodbye.html' title='You said goodbye'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7603174894702811401</id><published>2010-11-08T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:21:08.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very emo'/><title type='text'>Doggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Australian Silky Terrier&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Australian Silky Terrier is a small and compact short legged terrier, 23 to 26 cms (9 to 10 ins) at the withers, alert and active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silky Terrier should be slightly longer than tall (about one fifth longer that the height at withers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dogs are very sensitive to voice tone. A loud deep tone will frighten them, and a high squeaky shriek will make them freeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silky is able to do well in an apartment, although they are also an active indoor breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important they are kept busy and social to discourage boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I'm a dog species, this will definitely be me. But I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;work well with treats. Not by scolding or sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Try me, I'll bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-7603174894702811401?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7603174894702811401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7603174894702811401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/11/doggie.html' title='Doggie'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7474066701916380376</id><published>2010-10-27T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:10:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm..... It's been a long time since I couldn't finish a test.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any other vacancy for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-7474066701916380376?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7474066701916380376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7474066701916380376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/10/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-2982976036905166760</id><published>2010-09-28T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:14:32.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is?'/><title type='text'>When sorry means nothing</title><content type='html'>And you said that you'll do good things, speak good words and think good thoughts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bullshit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you can feel bad for what you've done. You are cruel, plain cruel. Sometimes not doing anything is just as bad as doing something bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what, what's done is done. There's just no turning back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm supposed to feel guilty. And I am feeling guilty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I were to choose again, I think I might just choose to do the same. Again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to be nice to everyone else from now on. Yes, time for cruel Wilson to go away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-2982976036905166760?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2982976036905166760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2982976036905166760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-sorry-means-nothing.html' title='When sorry means nothing'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-1588363837414575671</id><published>2010-09-22T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:06:08.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>Truth or lies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh the truth hurts, lies worse, how can I give anymore?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-James Morrison, Broken Strings-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because he is right, truth hurts, lies even worse. What would you do then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even I wouldn't know what would I choose. Between bad and worse, it doesn't make that much difference. It's like die, or die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah... Better to not choose at all isn't it? =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-1588363837414575671?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1588363837414575671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1588363837414575671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/09/truth-or-lies.html' title='Truth or lies?'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-4044619188495854163</id><published>2010-09-14T20:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:40:38.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure crap'/><title type='text'>Celebrity lookalike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever thought who do you look like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or anyone ever told you that you look like someone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, I'm gonna reveal a few people that somehow look a little like celebrities. If they don't lookalike at all, just laugh and move on. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll start with the one that I heard since Form 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first candidate, Khoo Eu Shen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9vpMUreQI/AAAAAAAAAgs/k1jQ4ot62qM/s320/es.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And girls used to tell me that he looks like ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9vptGI8PI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OG1lG6IJYPc/s1600/steven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9vptGI8PI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OG1lG6IJYPc/s320/steven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516750830822813938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steven Ma! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since the horsy show, I always thought they lookalike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I entered university. And I found even more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kevin Wong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9wNcNvyhI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vYXI9_MrYnE/s1600/kev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9wNcNvyhI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vYXI9_MrYnE/s320/kev.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516751444766607890" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some girls said that he looked like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9wN3YOybI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ke1cOUBag9U/s320/wang+lee+hom.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wang Lee Hom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our very own USM celebrity! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, the ladies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoo Ann Gee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9wOf5ZSII/AAAAAAAAAhM/VoXFmjiyEpw/s320/ng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I think she looks like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9wOSQQz9I/AAAAAAAAAhU/ItIifDJXCo0/s320/ng2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenix Kwok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And moving on to my girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jocelyn Toh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9wO8S-O8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/CBrkqTxQqmA/s1600/joyce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9wO8S-O8I/AAAAAAAAAhc/CBrkqTxQqmA/s320/joyce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516751470558329794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please note that the following was not my idea, nor came out from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone watched D.I.E. again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9w_2mp8iI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FxTvSC1MeIc/s1600/macy-chan-before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9w_2mp8iI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FxTvSC1MeIc/s200/macy-chan-before.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516752310843863586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Macy Chan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As said by Dato K... And also....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9w_pFsOUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/qtTiVincgW4/s1600/charmaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9w_pFsOUI/AAAAAAAAAhk/qtTiVincgW4/s200/charmaine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516752307215939906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charmaine Sheh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As said by NanoLifeQuest employee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear I didn't make this up. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming up next, Christine and Christopher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9xAGjA1sI/AAAAAAAAAh0/x01oHSG8SQo/s200/c%20%20%3Ca%20onblur=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christine ----&gt; Joyce Tang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9xAyxov9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ydqbw3-E4Ew/s1600/joycetang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9xAyxov9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ydqbw3-E4Ew/s200/joycetang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516752326996049874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the tall Christopher -----&gt; Moses Chan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9xAlVaDDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/oADcKA0Qo-4/s1600/moses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9xAlVaDDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/oADcKA0Qo-4/s200/moses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516752323387984946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha... Do you agree that they all lookalike in some ways?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You must probably be thinking, I've been saying about others and others only. What about me right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9xAGjA1sI/AAAAAAAAAh0/x01oHSG8SQo/s1600/c%26c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9xNv20LPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/cs1KlZKsawg/s200/eric.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516752549550763250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eric Tsang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-4044619188495854163?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4044619188495854163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4044619188495854163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/09/celebrity-lookalike.html' title='Celebrity lookalike'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/TI9vpMUreQI/AAAAAAAAAgs/k1jQ4ot62qM/s72-c/es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5350446434338828234</id><published>2010-08-30T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:25:04.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very emo'/><title type='text'>Expect no more</title><content type='html'>Maybe I shouldn't have any expectations. Then I won't disappoint myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I should not expect anything. It's better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5350446434338828234?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5350446434338828234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5350446434338828234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/08/expect-no-more.html' title='Expect no more'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8330151439363072473</id><published>2010-08-23T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:12:15.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder part II</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden, I remembered the time when I was 5. I realized that I did not grow to be more anal. I think I was born with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was very young, I couldn't stop using the pacifier. According to mom, I refused to stop using the pacifier. So, one day, my uncle visited us. And after mom told him that I refused to stop using the pacifier, he snatched my pacifier and put it in his mouth. And I stop using the pacifier from that day onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I was born with the issue of cleanliness. I guess I really can't help it. I think my OCPD got better. I am no longer as fussy as I used to be. Like I said, I can now wear the same shirt twice in two days! (As long as total hours are lesser than 12 hours.) Right??? I'm improving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8330151439363072473?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8330151439363072473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8330151439363072473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/08/obsessive-compulsive-personality.html' title='Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder part II'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5717294405941256702</id><published>2010-08-02T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T13:01:17.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Condolences'/><title type='text'>RIP, dear old friend</title><content type='html'>Life is fragile, and I know it. Every now and then, all you need to do is just stop and look around. Will this last forever? No, that's the simple answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We only got 86400 seconds in a day to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn it all around or throw it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta tell em that we love em while we got the chance to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta live like we're dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this song. It reminds me that life is just short, and we really gotta appreciate everything around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a friend from primary school. Those days, when we were kids, we used to play a lot. But as usual, I grew up, and we never did keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the old memories came back when I read that message. I wondered why, and what could have happened? And so, I asked, how did it happen. But no one knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was searching for the newspaper, hoping to find the truth of the accident. But there wasn't any. And so, I googled. To find the heartaching truth about his passing. Google his name, and read his cousin's blog if you want to know what exactly happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very disturbing truth. I really don't understand, how would anyone do such thing. When you see a dying man, wouldn't you want to help? If you choose to not help, and resulting his death, would you ever be able to sleep again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know. Apparently money is more important than life itself. What is happening to this world? It's becoming more cruel day by day. I don't expect people to love everyone else, cause I know the fact that only your parents would love you indefinitely. But being cold blooded... That's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, dear old friend. For I know there is retribution, theirs will soon come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5717294405941256702?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5717294405941256702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5717294405941256702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/08/rip-dear-old-friend.html' title='RIP, dear old friend'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-921751373164937275</id><published>2010-07-23T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:11:54.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure crap'/><title type='text'>1st month salary</title><content type='html'>So, some people had been wondering, how will they spend their first month's salary. I, on the other hand, planned to save up at least half of it. Well, I was very determined!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I recalled my conversation with dad on the 15th of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sits in the living room to watch tv*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: How much did you save up last month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Har?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Look at dad and speak softly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Finish spending d...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: Wah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Quickly concentrate on the tv*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I saved my money up and I spent it all at one go in just 1 weekend time. So, how would you spend yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P/s: Not proud of spending all...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-921751373164937275?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/921751373164937275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/921751373164937275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/07/1st-month-salary.html' title='1st month salary'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3219574659454616954</id><published>2010-07-11T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:38:42.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Times'/><title type='text'>It's a Monday again!</title><content type='html'>Another month has passed. Turn around, OMG! I'm out of uni for months already. And I'll be graduating soon! Like in a month time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I didn't exactly choose to work that early. But given two choices, between working and further studies, working is definitely a better choice. Not that aerospace engineering is that bad, just that it didn't bring the bright future I was hoping for. Unless I wanna be a lecturer, but in Malaysia, it's just difficult for us to be a lecturer, if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But work has been fine. It was fun actually. Doing considerably relaxing job. People there are fine too, and not to forget the familiar faces there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First impression when I knew I'll be working with my course-mates: Oh noes.... Another few more years???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I gotta say I'm very glad that they are there. It's really better to have familiar faces around a new workplace. They made it feel very much like when we were back in uni. I honestly didn't feel like I was working, more like I was doing assignments in computer lab. In addition to those, our seniors are there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDAG hires a lot of USM people huh? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, another week passed. It's like time really flies when you work. After work, it's home. Then out. Then sleep. Then wake up, and life repeats itself. Maybe it's only one month, but I actually do like the life I'm living now. If only pay can go a bit higher. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fyi, avoid hanging out with people that will work in SG. They can seriously make you feel that you are some dirt cheap foreign worker. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, it's just like the calm after the storm. I am very very glad that things are settling down around me. Yay! Bro is getting married. Can't wait actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3219574659454616954?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3219574659454616954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3219574659454616954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-monday-again.html' title='It&apos;s a Monday again!'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-2236605894691716502</id><published>2010-06-27T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:17:52.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>Nail on the wall</title><content type='html'>"He's like the nail on the wall.&lt;div&gt;If you don't hammer it, it just won't go in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-So said a very very wise person-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are bound to make mistakes. Some bigger, some smaller. But I really don't know how some people can make mistakes over and over again. And each and every time, it's just bigger than the previous mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, oh well. We are all humans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we went to Old Taste to play board game. Hahaha.... We are nerds, I know. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Christine said it right, we all do enjoy board games a lot.  And the two of you will be gone for quite some time. But until then, we shall wait for the return of the board games. Remember to get rich soon and come back. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-2236605894691716502?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2236605894691716502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2236605894691716502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/06/nail-on-wall.html' title='Nail on the wall'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-964937286506175933</id><published>2010-06-09T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:46:24.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Bathroom story</title><content type='html'>For the first time, it was almost a jam free day. But there's still an accident on the way back. Damn. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home and went into the bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P/s: The following story is for general viewing. (U))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I started showering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wet my hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shampooed my hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rinsed my hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Paused a while to think. But can't seem to remember what it was*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shampooed my body&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Paused to adjust water temperature.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my head ~ "Crap, who the heck is using water below?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;---Brain blanked for don't know how long---&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stared at the mirror&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my head ~ "Oohh.. Baby where did you get your body from?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thinks ~ "I got it from my* papa!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Paused*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In my head ~ "Oh shit... Have I shampooed my body?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually forgot. Swt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story: Don't stare at the computer for 9 hours before you bathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P/s: Certain content of the story had been modified. XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-964937286506175933?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/964937286506175933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/964937286506175933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/06/bathroom-story.html' title='Bathroom story'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-1972716810906453257</id><published>2010-06-06T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T01:20:07.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>What was it again?</title><content type='html'>Shit... Really forgetful... Wanted to write something... But really forgot d. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think I might have said something wrongly too. Hope you won't mind. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;, I'm quite forgetful also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya!!! Finally remembered... Story about doing what's right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite sure being parents are just plain difficult. In fact, difficult is an understatement. Sometimes, how can you tell which is the better way in handling your kid's wrongdoing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your kid get into trouble, what is it that you should do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A) You love your kid, you wouldn't want your kid to be in trouble, thus trying every single way to get your kid out of trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B) You let your kid suffer the consequences, and let your kid be punished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chances are, most of the parents would go for option A. But did you think about what are the consequences of choosing either one? I shall explain below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A) Your kid will most probably not learn the mistake made, cause there's always someone to get them out of trouble, and they are prone to make the same mistake again. After all, you'll be there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B) Your kid might learn something from that mistake, but will most probably hate you for the rest of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, somehow it'll end up with everyone choosing A after seeing what might possibly happen. But think again... Have you really give a thought to your kid's future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A) As your kid will repeat the same mistake over and over again, you could only help for that many times, and one day, you too will be out of ways to help. And by that time, it'll be a little too late to do anything. Because nothing changes from that day onwards. Your kid being too dependent, and you being helpless. Your kid will get into troubles that you just can't solve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B) As much as your kid will hate you, you can only hope that they'll grow up to understand why you did what you do. Because the ultimate goal is to let your kid learn from their own mistakes, and certainly no one will clean up their messes. Because in life, only they themselves could help themselves. You trade in your closeness/bond with your kid in exchange for them to understand this, thus helping them to grow wiser, and not make the same mistake even when you are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I might sound a little cold blooded, but I'll choose B. Cause I see what's ultimately good for the kid. And I know the fact that no one can save your ass unless you yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P/s: The situation above was totally based on assumption and no proof at all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-1972716810906453257?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1972716810906453257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1972716810906453257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-was-it-again.html' title='What was it again?'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5447352480299149394</id><published>2010-06-05T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:10:37.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>Peter oh peter? Bila nak grow up ni????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5447352480299149394?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5447352480299149394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5447352480299149394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/06/peter-pan.html' title='Peter Pan'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7971789939296143303</id><published>2010-05-31T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:47:06.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>A New Start</title><content type='html'>Gonna be my last day before I get fired or I change my job. I think I'll miss doing nothing dearly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. At least my prayers worked. And I'm glad things are finally back in control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, recently I've seen "me" from the past. It's like the exact person I was, but very long time ago. It has been quite some time since I heard such ridiculous words out of anyone. I gotta admit that I was that same person last time too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"OMG! How come your money so dirty one!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swt! I know I used to say that when I was younger. But to hear it from one that has already been working. Now I could finally understand why was I tagged as a brat last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After mixing with plenty of people from all background, I gotta say, even I despise these people. What is it that is coming out from your mouth? Gosh... Thank god I've changed. (Except for five cents la!~ Haha... Sorry for that ya~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subang Jaya has been a great place, a place that I loved and wouldn't want to leave... At least for now.... But it has one great weakness. 9 out of 10 are spoilt rich brats. I'm not rich, but definitely spoilt. We've been given luxuries of life, and almost anything we want. We live in such comfort that we forgot, not everyone is as lucky as us. As such, we tend to think anything lesser than what we have is ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta thank God that I've been to USM. For that is the reason why I've changed. At least now I know not everyone is as lucky. I know there are some that struggle to live their days with that scarce amount of money. Be it retired parents, parents who doesn't earn enough, family financial problem, etc, these people actually have to save money and do not spend their money like others do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this doesn't mean that all people in the uni are poor. I've encountered freaking rich people too. Big family business, large wealthy family background, plenty of assets, etc and to them, money is not a problem. Seriously richer than a lot of people. But the main difference between them and the SJ people is they are actually very humble. For them, having a lot of money doesn't make them any cockier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's still money alright?!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... That's what they'll say. Money is money. For they are generally more understanding. Money is hard to come by for many people. Having it doesn't automatically make u any better than others. And you are definitely not classier than anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the next time you wanna say anything about money, please use that tiny brain of yours before you speak. I do agree that if you have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I miss you people! Waiting for convo!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-7971789939296143303?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7971789939296143303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7971789939296143303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-start.html' title='A New Start'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-6714000591317645908</id><published>2010-05-21T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:33:33.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very emo'/><title type='text'>The driver</title><content type='html'>I have been driving for 6 years already. As far as I recalled, even after applying leather polish to the steering wheel or applying lotion to my hands, I have never let the steering wheel slip from my hand. Nope, not even once.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I have rather enjoyed the feeling of controlling my headings, even if it's just driving. But I guess once in a while I accidentally let the wheel slip off my hands. And for that, I have lost my power to control which way I'm heading to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I can only pray that the car would somehow follow the designated route, the one that I've planned, and not sway away from it. Sounds like a miracle, I know... But I also know that I'm not in the position to demand where the car would go. So all I can do is pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-6714000591317645908?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6714000591317645908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6714000591317645908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/05/driver.html' title='The driver'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-6667106432427159269</id><published>2010-05-20T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:33:17.225+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>Cheap, Cheapo, Me</title><content type='html'>It all started with just being cheap. Admit it Wilson! You don't have enough to spend!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well... It's not exactly not enough, just I tend to overspend on a regular basis. Then, I became a cheapo after being just cheap. Cause I find out that I gotta spend even more, but whatever I got is still the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I'm me! Don't get it? Cheap, cheaper, cheapest ---&gt; cheap, cheapo, me! Haha... I've changed to be quite a stingy and calculative person lately. Not that I was damn generous anyway, just that I do think that I don't spend unnecessarily anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's definitely a good thing (at least for my wallet) since I really don't quite have enough to survive. I wonder when I work things will actually be better or worse... Hmm... Let's hope my family won't ask me to pay for too many things. I do owe a lot of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I really don't intend to be me at the current stage for too long. I do hope I can earn enough to be a slightly more carefree and spend as I like. Don't boycott me for being cheap k? T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-6667106432427159269?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6667106432427159269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6667106432427159269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/05/cheap-cheapo-me.html' title='Cheap, Cheapo, Me'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-433729635698245284</id><published>2010-05-03T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:09:47.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Ending'/><title type='text'>The official last day of my uni life</title><content type='html'>After today's presentation, there'll be nothing else left for my uni life. I will move on to the other stage of life. Although I'm not ready, I'm worried about what will come, but nevertheless, I am happy. I do hope today will be swell. And, I shall breeze through it without difficulties. I do hope so. And same to the others. =) All the best everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-433729635698245284?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/433729635698245284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/433729635698245284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/05/official-last-day-of-my-uni-life.html' title='The official last day of my uni life'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3541117999032216893</id><published>2010-04-23T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:00:40.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Clash of the interviews... 2!!</title><content type='html'>From the previous hand of god post, this is somewhat a sequel to it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it feels like my story line is progressing like Perseus'. Just, minus all those fancy stuff. But it is really analogous. Take EDAG interview as the quest he'd take to destroy the Kraken. And KSM interview as the hand of god, a.k.a. Zeus' helping hand. I just know that it'll be the same as the Clash of the Titans. I'm gonna take the quest to destroy Kraken (i.e. part two of my story). But it'll progress according to the story, where I'll fail this quest and finally give in to Zeus' help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, it is concluded that I actually do not need to put any hope in this quest. Because, I just know that in the end, I'll end up being helped by Zeus. Damn... Let's face it. Just like Perseus, I am only a human. Not some extraordinary human. Just an ordinary down to Earth human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn the phone call! Without it, I'm sure I'll be happily going for other jobs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3541117999032216893?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3541117999032216893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3541117999032216893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/04/clash-of-interviews-2.html' title='Clash of the interviews... 2!!'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-6068778955615108226</id><published>2010-04-21T01:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T01:34:26.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very emo'/><title type='text'>Unnecessary</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's totally unnecessary to know more than I need to know. The fact that he's gone is bad enough. Honestly, until now, it's still very hard to accept the fact that he's no longer here. So, just leave me out when it comes to how he died.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't need to know who accidentally or purposely let him run out of the house compound.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't need to know who knocked him down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't need to know that there's a possibility that it was my drunk brother that delivered the killing blow, even if he's still alive by then.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't need to know which part of him came out of his body.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't need to know where his body went. Knowing that the poor little fella had no final resting place definitely did not help.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I don't need all of this information to help me imagine how he died. The fact that he's gone is really bad enough. The house is no longer lively. The place looks different. Feels different. I know I'm not the only one. Even the cats and birds that he generously shared his biscuits with would miss him. Every now and then, the cats would come into the place where he used to be. But only to not find him there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done emo-ing. I still wanna wear my contact lens. It seriously doesn't take much to make my eyes swell.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/4450535653862393918-6068778955615108226?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6068778955615108226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6068778955615108226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/04/unnecessary.html' title='Unnecessary'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-1950828361735681581</id><published>2010-04-19T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T02:05:45.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is?'/><title type='text'>Stupid boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;10 years ago, he was still a puppy. Barely 3 months old, he was brought to our house with a price of a packet of sugar. It was his home, until now. He's with God now, I'm sure... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh where, oh where could my baby be,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lord has took him away from me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's gone to heaven so I got to be good,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I could see my baby when I leave this world"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;His day starts at 5 a.m. At that wee hour, he'll be looking out for mommy. As soon as mommy goes down to start her daily chores, he'll start waiting at the front door. But he was not known for his patience. He'll start barking, else, he'll scratch the door.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silky isn't the best dog around. As soon as Muscle craves for mommy's attention, Silky would threaten to attack him. Thus, poor thing would retreat. Mommy has too much love to give. I know she loves them all equally. He'll be given a treat regardless. And stupid Silky would be scolded for misbehaving. After all, Muscle was supposed to be the big bro around, since he was here the earliest. Too bad, Silky is the big bully around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting his daily treat, he'll get back to his job. Scout, watch, and bark. Yup... He could bark well. Loud and clear I'd say. For so many years, I wished so many times that I'd give anything to stop him from barking. But I only noticed it now, that I miss his barks. I was wrong, I know... But it's too late now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, mommy and bro would leave to work. And he'll be tied back to his place. Being unable to move all over, he would just sleep. At 8 a.m,  bro and sis would be leaving to work. He'll be alerted for a few minutes, bark a minute or two, then he'll go back to sleep. He's always like that. Super good actor I can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 12 p.m, mommy and daddy would be home from work. He'll start barking to show that he has been a good boy! He wasn't lazy and he has been guarding the house as we weren't home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muscle.. Muscle... We always knew you were just acting. But we would never disown you regardless you could guard the house or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy would let him run around for a few minutes so that he could do his business. Then, he's back to his place. He was always happy even if it means running around for a few minutes. Muscle... I know, I know... No one likes to be tied to a place for such a long period. But we have no choice. After all, who asked you to always run out of the compound when you were released? Stupid boy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, he'll sleep till 5 p.m. And he'll start his barking frenzy. Bark, bark, bark = Daddy! Bring me out!! Muscle dear... We know you well. If it was not raining, you usually get to go for a round. After a short round, daddy would bring you back and let you rest. For you have exhausted yourself, you would sleep till 7 p.m, when everyone would be back one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On days that you get to run around, you would usually be quiet. You usually hide underneath the cars. And I am always annoyed by that fact. Can you stop hiding underneath it every time after we bathe you? From a golden Spitz, you turn into a Bengali Singh. What the hell man! But on days that you don't, do you have any idea how noisy you can be? Neighbors always complain about you... And we are always worried about you being complained. It sucks if you get caught and thrown into SPCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every now and then, you will bark when you see lizards, birds, cats or anything that moves. What is wrong with you? And should I even mention on rainy days? You would totally go berserk. Even i was bitten by you once upon a time ago when thunder was striking. Scared is one thing. But do you have to lose control every time? You stupid boy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once in a while, I'll go home late. There you'll be, waiting to bark at me. And even anyone that goes home late. Anjing jahat... Buat bising saja. But I never thought that now without you waiting for us to come home, it makes us feel lonely. You aren't there anymore to greet us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With you barking all the time, you keep thieves away. You make me feel safe. Without you, it's just different. Also, remember that time the Golden Retriever ran into our house? You actually dare to confront him despise him being more than twice of your size. I can always remember that time when he chewed off a part of your fur. You lucky dog. But you stood there when all of us went hiding into the house. Your loyalty is unmatched. I knew, I always did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's what you usually do. Then you'll guard the house until 2 a.m. Daddy would go to work, and let you run around the compound. And that was your day. For almost every single day, and it lasted for 10 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew that that night, that would be the last time that I touched you. And in the house, that would be my last glance of you. You were making lotsa noise. But I just couldn't tell what do you want. So, I just looked at you, and I went to bed. If only... Oh no... No ifs... I know there's no turning back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all the days you barked madly, that is just you trying to ward bad people off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all the days that you whined, that's because you want to get things to eat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all the times you misbehaved, that's because you wanted the attention that you don't get enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all the times that you roll on the floor, that's because you wanted the human contact that Silky get, and you don't.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those days that you refused to be tied back and you run like a mad dog, that's because it sucks to be tied to the same place all day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those days that you actually threaten to bite, that's because you know if you don't, you'll get a good beating from us. And you know you deserved it. =.="&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those times that you stare with your puppy eyes, you melt my heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those times that you wag your tail, I know you are happy just to see any of us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those times that you lick us, we know that you love us and you'd give up your life to protect us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those times that you scratch us eagerly so that we'll touch you, we love to hold you too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muscle.. Can you come back please? I know it's not possible. But I really do miss you. I didn't bathe you for no reason. I didn't love you just because you were obedient. Why did you leave without saying goodbye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-1950828361735681581?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1950828361735681581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1950828361735681581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/04/stupid-boy.html' title='Stupid boy...'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7771072802857818507</id><published>2010-04-16T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:01:58.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Hand of god</title><content type='html'>Perseus was sent to kill Kraken. So, on the way there, he was given the v3008 finger print recognition sabre, a golden coin from his dad to pay for the ferry and when he was in a hurry, a ferrari brand pegasus was sent to fetch him to the city. Note: Black ferrari is cooler than a white ferrari.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That, is the hand of god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not much idea about hand of god myself. But this, could it be one of them? It started with failing my Edag interview. Just when I thought nothing will go right, it seems that things are going quite smoothly. Sis told me that her company needed engineer. But I was not too interested at first. But her boss was quite persistent. So, I was persuaded to go for the interview, with no hope of getting it. Since it was told that it's mechanical/oil and gas related, it was definitely not my choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only after interview that I found out it was not entirely like what I thought. They told me that they need someone who's enthusiast in computer programming and software. Check. Office work with minimal or no field work. Check. Products are noise, aero-acoustic, gas dynamic related. Ooo... A little bit in aero too... Check. Start anytime I want. Check. 1 month probation, if I don't like it, or if they don't like me, I can quit anytime. Check!!! Hey! I can quit if I get LEADER or any other better job! They even give me a week to think about it. There are project overseas. Thus, traveling is necessary. Cool... Get to travel once in a while. Check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, I don't know what is it that I don't like about this job. What would be my reason to turn it down? Why am I not excited and happy? I should take up the offer isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait. I don't know how much are they offering. Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, so, I think it is the hand of god for me too. Gotta say, I got my sis to thank. I should show more gratitude isn't it? And I should appreciate opportunity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-7771072802857818507?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7771072802857818507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7771072802857818507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/04/hand-of-god.html' title='Hand of god'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-9140232565844265197</id><published>2010-04-07T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:49:16.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>Deja vu conversation</title><content type='html'>Deja vu conversation. I remembered a sentence that I heard not too long ago from a friend. And today, I heard it again from another person. Gosh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another day at USM. I'm so bored. Maybe next week would be different and more exciting. I do hope so. Please let it be a better week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-9140232565844265197?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/9140232565844265197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/9140232565844265197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/04/deja-vu-conversation.html' title='Deja vu conversation'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-1327950389582648709</id><published>2010-04-06T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:46:11.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I am actually too free now. Too free that I have been watching shows, clearing up shows from 2008 onwards. Time is passing too slowly when you are free, and too quickly when you are happy. It explains why time at home is never enough for me. And when I'm back here, days feels like months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... It's something like that.. Yea... Some might call me homesick boy. But then, I'm not exactly homesick. Or maybe I am. Anyway, all in all, it's just roughly 14 days left. 14 days tops. Can't be any longer than that. As much as I am trying to enjoy every single moment here, I just can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-1327950389582648709?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1327950389582648709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1327950389582648709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8423507925177848087</id><published>2010-04-05T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:36:24.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>Why why why?</title><content type='html'>Really la... I surrender la. I am no match for his superbness. Can't do anything ba.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really didn't hope for much, just hope that things will get better for me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8423507925177848087?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8423507925177848087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8423507925177848087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-why-why.html' title='Why why why?'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-2588682236058118142</id><published>2010-03-24T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:51:39.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Mad man!</title><content type='html'>The thing for sure now is: I'm mad, impulsive, and crazy. What the hell am I doing? Gosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-2588682236058118142?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2588682236058118142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2588682236058118142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/03/mad-man.html' title='Mad man!'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7163506489158321070</id><published>2010-03-23T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:46:03.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Condolences'/><title type='text'>Shell! Where are you?</title><content type='html'>OMG! I typed so much, only to realize I didn't even enter the main topic. I was supposed to talk about something else! Now to think about it, where the hell is SHELL? I think I should be able to pass the 45 minutes phone crapping interview. XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Fun time's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was most probably one of the days where cloudy skies elude the people around me. You know, sometimes, there are people that you like and there are those that you don't. More like you are close to them or not. But these are the times that even if you are not related to them, or even if it means a stranger, I'm pretty sure you would feel the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad news arrived not too long ago, that she has lost her arm. I am not sure what is the real cause, but last I saw her, the infection/growth was almost as huge as a football. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not exaggerating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I saw her, it feels like she is really carrying the weight of the world on her shoulder. I am not anyone's mother, but I know, she is one hell of a good mother. Despite the fact that she is heavily ill, she could still take care of her family. And entertained us when we visited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was never close to her. To me, she is someone that I might meet once a year, and all I know is we have somethings in common. Never once that I thought we could have a heart to heart chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chat, though it was brief, but I could tell, she has even more than she could share. To talk to her nephew in such manner, it meant that she really hasn't been talking to anyone lately. Is there no one else that could understand her? She talked to a nephew that she rarely sees. And of all, I was the youngest in the family. I couldn't possibly be anymore matured than anyone else in the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she still chose to talk to me. Only to find me agreeing with her. Not the usual 'I agree because I have to', but this, I agree deep from within. I felt her pain, her worries, and her hope. But of all, I felt that she is very tired. Tired of everything. She was hoping for miracles to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lived just 23 years but I know miracles are hard to come by. I don't usually do hope for miracles. But for her, I did. I did hope that the so called Chinese doctor would be able to cure her. So, she could be spared from the knife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fate is often cruel. This time, I don't feel like saying "I told you so". I just wanna turn back time. Hopefully to stop this fate, and to give her another chance to choose again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what's lost is lost. At least, the very least, she is still alive. Please be strong. I may not be the best person to give advise or to comfort, but I know, you have my support. And I'm sorry I couldn't help. I wish there's something that I could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-7163506489158321070?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7163506489158321070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7163506489158321070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/03/shell-where-are-you.html' title='Shell! Where are you?'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-816359664565834697</id><published>2010-03-23T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:07:40.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is?'/><title type='text'>10 left</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I was reminded by Jet, that there's only 13 days left. Hmmm... Really? I don't quite know about how he counted, so, the first thing I do when I woke up, I counted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;10. If it's according to my own timeline, it'll be 10 days left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Oh My God. This is too short. I didn't know the days left are numbered. And the number is such a small number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;The past weekend was practically the busiest week ever. But after today, it'll be over. I'll be changing over to FYP mode. Full FYP mode that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;But I can't help but to feel like I will be leaving soon. And we won't be able to meet up, maybe not even once per year. At least that's what I told Kok Soon and Max. Only to be told...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"But not like you hang out with us a lot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Yes, that I have to admit. I practically don't hang out with any other than the ordinary gang. It's really not my fault to not hang out with everyone. For one, not like I've been invited to join. And two, you people assume that I would go out on my own anyway. Lastly three, I don't like to join any uninvited event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"But you're not allowed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;You're uninvited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;An unfortunate slight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Yup, like that lyrics. Because I always believe, if I'm not intended to know about something, I'm just not supposed to know. Because frankly, just like me, I believe that others would like to choose their companions around them too. And I know I'm not perfect for everyone. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;No hard feelings. I know if I wanted to join, I would join regardless I was really invited or not. Explains isn't it? Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Sorry for not hanging out with you in this 4 years k? Not that I purposely don't want to. But I found other friends that I'd prefer to hang out with. Should know that I don't quite like the differences when hanging out. Feels different. And won't be enjoying as much. But I will miss going to class with you guys. Dinner with you guys. And trip with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Damn... Shouldn't feel sad! The mysterious future awaits! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Ms Lee was posting lots of shout outs in FB about friends and everything. I think I commented some philosophies there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"As I was told before, good and bad can't be separated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Everyone has that little devil in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;The only thing that makes it different is the choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Cause people can choose to be good, or be bad. =)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;But I haven't finish my sentences yet. I was once told that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"Nice people are nice because they choose to be nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;They could always choose to be selfish and mean, but they didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;They chose the nicer solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Yes, everyone has some bad thoughts in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;But in the end, if they still choose to be nice, it means that they are nice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Which somehow supports my theory of being a hypocrite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Actually, half the time I'm confused about hypocrite and nice. To me, they are the same. I don't know. Anyway, friends or no friends, it all depends on whether you can accept each other's flaws. If you could, you know that you have found yourself a close friend. If you couldn't, there's no need to feel sad. Cause in this life, there'll be so many more friends that you'll meet. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I'm dedicating this song to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;"I'll Be There For You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Saw you this morning, with that look in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I hate to see you looking like, you're lost and lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;It isn't easy when you're all by yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Don't you worry, I hear you 'cause I know what it's like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;And if you look you'll find, I got you on my mind 'cause baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;[Chorus:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;When you need sombody I'll be there for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;When you want someone who cares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;When you're down and feeling blue I'll be there I'll be there for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;When you call me, I'll be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;I wanna show you how good it will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Never needed anyone the way I need you right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;You know you'll never be alone anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;We can make it, together It's gonna be all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;And if you look you'll find, I got you on my mind 'cause baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Happy Graduation people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-816359664565834697?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/816359664565834697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/816359664565834697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-left.html' title='10 left'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-581454951853676904</id><published>2010-03-15T17:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:09:39.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Lost count</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Forgot how many days passed since I came back. I just know that time passed very very fast. Anyway, saw a very very nice quote from Miss Foo's FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-weight: bold; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don´t find love, let love find you. That´s why it´s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-weight: bold; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;called falling in love, because you don´t force&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yourself to fall, you just fall."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just think that people should just let love find its way.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4450535653862393918-581454951853676904?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/581454951853676904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/581454951853676904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-count.html' title='Lost count'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-6173759529382363187</id><published>2010-03-12T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:17:01.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>没有iPhone的日子:第四天</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S5khIBuScNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/E9J9V6SR9P4/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S5khIBuScNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/E9J9V6SR9P4/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447421646066577618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My little ALUDRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I may have glued it a little wrongly, but all in all, it's still a decent creation of mine. I have not used any machine throughout the whole production. Yes, I am definitely proud of it although it's not the finest work. Cause I have yet to think of any other idiot who would file a glass-like material all the way like I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Lady Antebellum - Need You Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Reachin for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I just need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;For me it happens all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I just need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And I don't know how I can do without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I just need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I just need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ooo, baby, I need you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Have you ever missed someone dearly? If you haven't, this song would somehow shed some light for you. But this is missing someone in the sad way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;There's a question that has been in my mind lately. What are the differences between feeling guilty and empathy? Seems like I can't really differentiate it. And for once, rocket science might actually seem easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When you feel bad cause you feel guilty about something... Is it the same as you empathize with others, for what they have gone through? I know in general it sounds like 2 different thing. Well, at least I know I don't have an answer for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-6173759529382363187?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6173759529382363187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6173759529382363187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/03/iphone_12.html' title='没有iPhone的日子:第四天'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S5khIBuScNI/AAAAAAAAAgc/E9J9V6SR9P4/s72-c/IMG_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-4671305732602557561</id><published>2010-03-10T08:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:59:31.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure crap'/><title type='text'>没有iPhone的日子</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'MS Shell Dlg'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre; "&gt;没有iPhone的日子:第二天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;The sad day goes on... iPhone oh iPhone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Not used to keypad anymore... Gimme back my QWERTY!!! Gimme back my music... Gimme back my games.... T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg', serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Ignore me... Sign of too stress....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-4671305732602557561?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4671305732602557561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4671305732602557561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/03/iphone.html' title='没有iPhone的日子'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-4003163564376572166</id><published>2010-03-08T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:43:29.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>无头东宫</title><content type='html'>Astro Xing He once again broadcasted the show, "Love is beautiful" a.k.a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 19px; "&gt;无头东宫&lt;/span&gt;. It has remained as my favourite show even until now, and it is the only show that I watched roughly 10 times and yet I would want to watch it again. This is a very touching show, with the story revolving around an ugly but kind empress and another pretty but wicked empress.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show repeatedly reminds us that being nice is always a sign of weakness. Being kind, you'll only be taken advantage of, and all sorts of sad things will happen to you. But even at difficult times, she never gave up being kind to everyone, even to the wicked empress. Without fail, the wicked empress will only use her kindness to her advantages... She had even lost her life due to her kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the show ended with a happy ending, trying to ensure us that kindness will somehow be repaid with kindness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However lame is the story, unfortunately I do actually believe in it. Damn... Should stop watching this show again. It's corrupting my mind again! I love/hate touching stories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although being kind would somehow attract some nasty people to take advantage of you, but I think it's the heart that matters. Cause sometimes, knowing you are a dumb fool, it's still worth it. I would shake my head and make the tsk tsk tsk sound, but then again, your mother had taught you well. Sometimes it's really just not about what you can get in return. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 more weeks to the end of semester. So many projects, so little time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm an official Nokia user once again. Haha... Polyphonic ringtone! NnNnNuUUuuuuUuu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-4003163564376572166?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4003163564376572166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4003163564376572166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='无头东宫'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5337803014742396233</id><published>2010-03-04T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:45:49.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is?'/><title type='text'>Not all's well, ends well</title><content type='html'>Fairy tale story, and happy ending... At least that is what majority of us would wish and hope for, but in reality, it is very often that that will not happen. But it doesn't mean that I don't believe in it, just seeing others not believing in it, it does make you realize that reality differs from fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say that in life, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. I know how situation may upset and hurt anyone. But it's a stage of life. Somehow, without it, you will never grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if it hurts you till you feel nothing hurts more in this world than that particular thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a pro here. But my advice would be, face the pain, don't run away from it. Know that it is hurting you badly, and let it hurt. But it doesn't mean that you have to suffer alone, because I know, there are many friends waiting to help, to offer a helping hand to you. Remember, this is when your good deeds pay off, cause in times of need, people would volunteer to help you without even thinking twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are not alone. Face the pain with courage, negate it by enjoying yourself. Because you deserve it, more than anyone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy, hang on... The very least is you have my support! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P/s: If you know what I'm talking about, it means you know what I'm talking about. If you don't means you just don't. No point asking me if you don't. Cause it'll only mean that you don't know who I'm talking about.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5337803014742396233?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5337803014742396233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5337803014742396233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-alls-well-ends-well.html' title='Not all&apos;s well, ends well'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-4666444310121333805</id><published>2010-03-04T09:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:40:06.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Broken strings</title><content type='html'>Anything can happen. Like I said, if it will happen, it will happen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;James Morrison - Broken Strings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you broke me, now I can't feel anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I love you and so untrue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't even convince myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, it tears me up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To make it all okay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I love you a little less than before?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, what are we doing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are turning into dust&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Playing house in the ruins of us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Running back through the fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When it's too late, too late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, it tears me up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To make it all okay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I love you a little less than before?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But we're running through the fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When there's nothing left to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we both know it's too late, too late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't play our broken strings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't feel anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That your heart don't want to feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So how can I give anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I love you a little less than before?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I know, this is such a sad song. No one would like themselves to be caught in such story. But I do hope that people will end up as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can play our mended strings,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can feel everything,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That your heart want to feel,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can tell you something that is real&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I can give u even more,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I love you a little more than before...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All the best to everyone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-4666444310121333805?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4666444310121333805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4666444310121333805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/03/broken-strings.html' title='Broken strings'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5615277950764771794</id><published>2010-03-02T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:10:44.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Jobstreet oh jobstreet...</title><content type='html'>Today has been a long day... Woke up very early just to go to the career fair. But, seems like it didn't help too much. Interviewed by Panasonic, but not too hopeful. I do really hope that I can get a job before I graduate. But if I can't, there's really nothing much that I can do. Oh well, it's not like I don't know Aerospace Engineering degree is not as widely accepted compared to other engineering degree. What a pity... Seems like it's not gonna be easy for me to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone hiring? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYP screwing up with me too... I have to do some hard work... Argh.. Always hated the fact that I need to cut wood and do all sort of nonsense. I hate KH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5615277950764771794?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5615277950764771794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5615277950764771794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/03/jobstreet-oh-jobstreet.html' title='Jobstreet oh jobstreet...'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-4278285437721507306</id><published>2010-02-27T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:55:25.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very emo'/><title type='text'>6 weeks before the end</title><content type='html'>It hurts to type even the title. Again, the end is coming. So, there comes the teary eyes and sad feelings to know that we are about to part. Why, why, why? Why is goodbye inevitable. People always say that the ending is the beginning to something new. I don't want things to end. Even if it means that it's not something perfect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would life be when we all moved on to the next stage? I can't answer that, but only to hope for better. How sure am I that life would be better soon? I don't know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When people ask, why would you miss your uni life? Wasn't it a hell for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know anymore. It seems that knowing this will be the final 6 weeks for all of us to be together overwrites everything else. Anger, hatred, disagreement, dispute etc, all has been forgiven and forgotten. Because, there's something bigger ahead awaiting for us. I won't dwell on the past, for I know that there's more that the future would bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a mess, and still is. I'm just trying to survive through this final battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least Ray Mun brighten my pathway with his torchlight. Can see a little hope there for my fyp. And the BBQ party gathering is really great, and I do appreciate it. Max, you are really the best "big bro" ever. For your leadership and enthusiasm, I wish you success and all the best in your future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure hope that I can finish whatever I have now, and hope that I'll get a job soon. At least let me secure a job before I leave the university! I don't want to be jobless when I leave the uni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can miracle happen and I can actually get a good job? Can I finish my thesis on time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 weeks, and still counting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-4278285437721507306?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4278285437721507306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4278285437721507306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/02/6-weeks-before-end.html' title='6 weeks before the end'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7026870288928513045</id><published>2010-02-25T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:39:49.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit'/><title type='text'>Juggling hot water</title><content type='html'>I'm a juggler, trying to juggle my tasks and not screw anything up. But seriously there's just too many things around happening.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, there's FYP. Stupid machine in school can never function when you need it the most. I had been waiting for 2 months + and I still can't get my model out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I wanna send it out to be modeled by outsiders, but that would cost quite a lot. But I'm looking at the bright side, if money can fix my problem, think I'll just save a little more from somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Projects, and never ending tasks. There's the Aircraft Design II, with plenty of stuff to be completed, am really dying. Policy Management, a crappy subject that sucks my time, and yet, we are doing nonsense for it. Can they scrap the stupid subject off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I'm starting to worry about not getting any job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to add up to my list of nonsense, I was chosen to go for the "Soft skill scale" survey interview. WTF?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and FYP thesis should be done in 6 weeks time while I'm still stuck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money crisis, since I have to pay for my projects, and also save up for Phuket trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to make things worse, the stupid weather is so fucking hot that the water was very warm even after 10 minutes bathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaking itchy eyes caused me to rub it till it's reddish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid stiffed neck. Forgot to stock up my salonpas, so I decided to take some muscle relaxant medicine. Only to feel super drowsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really screw my luck. Anyone wanna add anything else to my list? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if life is not miserable enough for me already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-7026870288928513045?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7026870288928513045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7026870288928513045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/02/juggling-hot-water.html' title='Juggling hot water'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7652252988387987189</id><published>2010-02-14T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:59:38.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>CNY 2010!</title><content type='html'>The recipe for a brand new year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a piece of your beloved shirt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S3fGo550jcI/AAAAAAAAAgA/hIxh1aqU5KI/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wash it with dissimilar colour shirt/jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ta-da~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S3fGpAk1-gI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fQh3oeK_0iA/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S3fGpAk1-gI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fQh3oeK_0iA/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438033482904631810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A brand new shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't think it's worth my shirt. I would rather have both, Now what can I do with that ugly shirt? Maybe it should end up in the recycle bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never mind! It's not that bad! It was just yesterday that I once again, received a hear warming card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S3fGpQOydkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/G9h6-t0HEQc/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S3fGpQOydkI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/G9h6-t0HEQc/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438033487107094082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Heng Lin, you can really never fail to be you. And truly appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it's a boring and lonely Chinese New Year, but nevertheless, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR everyone! God bless us all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-7652252988387987189?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7652252988387987189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7652252988387987189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-2010.html' title='CNY 2010!'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S3fGo550jcI/AAAAAAAAAgA/hIxh1aqU5KI/s72-c/IMG_0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7320891344795793601</id><published>2010-02-12T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T08:45:55.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>Hard rocking Levi's</title><content type='html'>Question is simple.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard Rock vs Levi's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are round neck t-shirt.. Would you:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) trade in a Levi's for a Hard Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) trade in a Hard Rock for Levi's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) try to keep both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d) not want both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally want (c). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The person that buys me a Hard Rock is also the same person that kills my Levi's. Tell me, should I go berserk? ARGGHHH... I haven't even get to wear it for a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-7320891344795793601?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7320891344795793601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7320891344795793601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/02/hard-rocking-levis.html' title='Hard rocking Levi&apos;s'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-6510100475762340757</id><published>2010-02-06T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:14:26.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure crap'/><title type='text'>Smart creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was thinking, human created washing machine to ease people's daily tasks. Forgive me for being dumb and unable to understand this, but can anyone tell me why the hell do they have this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S21cG6Hbz9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/2kFfTGs5pH8/s320/Hand-Wash-Only-sign.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf??? Why do people invent washing machines, then only to design clothes that can only be hand washed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's irritating when I see most of my favourite clothes are made to be hand washed only... Swt... I know I'll most probably regret it, but even with the hand wash only sign, it will go into the washing machine. So, the next time I tell you that the washing machine destroyed my clothes, please feel free to tell me, "I told you so!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-6510100475762340757?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6510100475762340757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6510100475762340757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/02/smart-creation.html' title='Smart creation'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S21cG6Hbz9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/2kFfTGs5pH8/s72-c/Hand-Wash-Only-sign.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3506896143242571873</id><published>2010-02-01T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:03:11.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very emo'/><title type='text'>The dear reader</title><content type='html'>Hey there?! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake right? Yes, so, I'll just go straight to the point. Not in the mood to be nice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;One of his dear friend must have read my post, and started telling things to him. The previous few posts that I mentioned about my dear room mate, it has gone one round to reach his ears. And I'm sure that it is something similar to this "Hey, do you know that your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; said something bad about you in his blog again? He mentioned about the 1st year stuff between you and him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? If this is the case, mind if I say FUCK OFF. I will always welcome anonymous people, friends, or family to read my blog. But if you have an IQ of an ape, please don't ever read my blog anymore. A post talking about my past experience in hostel, and it became some sort of "he's talking bad about you" post? Use your god damn brain and read my post carefully. If you don't understand what I was trying to convey, do me a favour and get the hell out of here. I have no need for anyone to start telling my dear room mate about what I post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it was over, so it's over. And you nut brain actually think that I'll still hold my grudge on him? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Puh&lt;/span&gt;-lease!! If he could be that great to cause such impact in my life, then... Wait.. There's no if there. Cause he can't and he won't. Which explains why I could live in peace without having anything to do with him. Get my point now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I talked bad about him intentionally, trust me, I won't be writing in such way and manner. It would exactly be like how I'm trying to get some sense into nut brain of your i.e this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;My dear room mate is actually my blog reader. Chances are low, but it may happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look here dear room mate, if it's really you that is reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, this is my blog, and whatever I write depends on me.&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, the whatever promise you said I didn't keep, if by all means you think that me talking about the past, about what happened was breaking the promise, then go ahead. Think about it all you want. It happened, and you can't change the fact that it happened. I was, and will always be telling what happened from my point of view, because to me, that's what exactly happened. If it happens to be fake, you may consider filing a defamation lawsuit against me. I am not a psycho, and I definitely do not like to talk about things that never happened before.&lt;br /&gt;3rd, most probably like how I was telling in Scene 1, if you can't understand the meaning in my blog, please help me by not reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I'm so damn bloody angry now. But not because of that stupid case. Thanks to the stupid meshing. Damn the fucking aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, so don't be so flattered. I just channeled my anger to that case cause it's easier to scold people than the computer. If only you could make me half as angry as the computer. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give myself until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; to fix the damn mesh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Argghhh&lt;/span&gt;.... I can do it! (I hope...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3506896143242571873?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3506896143242571873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3506896143242571873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-reader.html' title='The dear reader'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8652550625041282636</id><published>2010-02-01T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:05:02.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Degree to be an inspector</title><content type='html'>It has been said in the Star that the minimum requirement to be an inspector is a degree. Gosh... I'm not trying to hint anything, but nowadays, degree seems to be the minimum for everything. It's just like 20-30 years ago, where SPM cert is the minimum requirement for everything. You know what I'm thinking? Yes, a degree* is not enough for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Terms and conditions apply... A degree is enough for many. It's just the greedy me now...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know most probably it's enough for everyone else. After spending 23 years studying, how many would extend? How many would continue to be stuck in studying while there are plenty of adventures out there awaiting? Unfortunately, I think I would. As much as Hong Fai would deny the facts that I told him, those facts are true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one, I don't have much motivation in working. I wouldn't want to be stuck as an average wage earner. I am pretty sure I couldn't fare well in competing for an engineering job, given so many fresh graduates out there. And even if they have a job for me, I am afraid I might not have the competitiveness to climb up the corporate ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like to fight... I don't like to compete... I guess this is what USM had done to me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you heard of this before? (My translation might not be 100% correct, since this was told in Cantonese)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fishermen always had problem catching tuna fish. This is due to the long period for fishermen to return to shore after catching them. Those tuna fish would tend to die on their own during that long period. Do you know what did the fishermen do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;All they had to do was to include a catfish in the pool. Due to the prey and victim relationship of catfish and tuna, tuna would be kept alert all the time, as they would try to not get eaten by the catfish. In the end, most of the tuna would still be alive when fishermen reach the shore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story reminds me that no matter how hard anything could be, living things always fight to live. I know I would be the same. Throw me into the cruel working society, I'm sure I'll try to fight for my career. Because deep down inside, I'm still very Chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the moment, I think I'm pretty convinced to take up Masters. It may not be the right thing for me, but at least at the end of that, I'll still be able to choose. I could either work, but with higher salary, or I could further my studies till PhD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like choices. =P It is fun** to choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;**Terms and conditions apply... That is only if you know what you want already...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8652550625041282636?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8652550625041282636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8652550625041282636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/02/degree-to-be-inspector.html' title='Degree to be an inspector'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3786171923569684350</id><published>2010-01-30T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:22:20.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is?'/><title type='text'>3 years revisit</title><content type='html'>It has been 3 years since I left the hostel for good. At least that's what I used to believe. I left the place believing that the hostel is a horrible place. Only soon to realize, it's not the place that I detest the most. It's the people. I finally understand it today, as I am writing this in Kevin's room. My hatred had blinded me for quite some time. Today, knowing I don't hate him anymore, I start comparing what could have been so different since I first stayed in the hostel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, me... That should be the main difference. Wilson 2.0 comes together with a higher tolerance level, lower complaining function, lower expectation, higher ignoring ability, and a happier person altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room mates... I guess the part that I hated hostel the most. Since I was stuck with him for a year. It was my wrong judgement 3 years ago, I guess I hoped that he would change, and thought that he changed, lead me to be his room mate for another 3 years. That was quite a point of no return. But it's finally going to be over. Sitting here today, I know that it makes the most difference. There's no one irritating me on daily basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bed... Generally a bit softer, but not a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Air conditioner... Damn... Can they actually install air conditioner at the Masters block?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot and cold water... Hostel has a better system now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Internet... One of the factor that lead me to leave the hostel. I can't stand an unstable connection. If I'm doing my Masters, I'll be applying for wireless broadband. But living around the sharers are good. Most shows are readily downloaded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fees... Definitely cheaper than outside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Room sharing... For once, I think I would prefer single room. At the risk of being choked by supernatural being, I think I don't mind privacy, at least this once in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bathroom... Still something I don't agree with. I don't like walking such a big distance just to reach the bathroom. And not to forget certain users that prove to be super dirty. But I believe the new block wouldn't be as bad. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, I think living in the hostel is seriously not as bad as what I used to say in my blog. It's just me, not getting used to this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3786171923569684350?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3786171923569684350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3786171923569684350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-years-revisit.html' title='3 years revisit'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3508570385991267051</id><published>2010-01-29T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:11:39.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure crap'/><title type='text'>Bare your love people!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I read another stupid article this early in the morning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h1 id="story_title" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 35px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 29px; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 36px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Bare your love this Valentine’s Day, female students urged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHAH ALAM: Female students in higher-learning institutes here are being persuaded not to wear panties on Valentine’s Day as an expression of true love for their boyfriends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;The “no-panties promotion”, being held for the first time, has apparently been gaining interest among the students, who are passing the news by word-of-mouth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Two students in their 20s from Shah Alam, known only as Ummi and Melissa, said they were aware of the “promotion.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;“I feel it is personal,” said Ummi with a smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Valentine’s Day is a good time to express one’s love. And, what we use or don’t use is our right, our freedom. But we will do what is right. It’s a new world now.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Melissa claimed that there was already a large group who planned to go ahead with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;“We will know how many by Valentine’s evening.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;State Islamic Affairs Department (Jais) director Datuk Mohammed Khusrin Munawi said:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“We will not allow Muslim students to be taken in by such celebrations that deviate from the teachings of Islam.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written in The Star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROFL!!! Wahahahaha.... And what? You are gonna pull all the girls' skirt on Valentine's Day to check their panties? Or if they are wearing jeans? "Cik! Kasi seluar tanggal kejap. I nak check U ada pakai panties ke tak!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3508570385991267051?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3508570385991267051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3508570385991267051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/bare-your-love-people.html' title='Bare your love people!'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-2028560450662171027</id><published>2010-01-27T08:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T08:54:30.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is?'/><title type='text'>8 no more</title><content type='html'>8 hours of sleep had been a regular habit of mine. It had been such a long time since my body chose to not sleep 8 hours. Maybe once in a while, when I slept too much in the evening, yes.. But it'll sum up to 8 hours anyhow. But not that I could recall, there weren't really times that I am very tired, but still can't fall asleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Leave my door open just a crack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause I feel like such insomniac&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do I tire of counting sheep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I'm far too tired to fall asleep..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a person with low self-esteem, and not much confidence, usually I'm right when I know I am right... Because, there's no reason for me to believe that I'm right otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So where do we go from here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With all these fears in our eyes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And where can love take us now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We've been down so far, we can still touch the sky..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where should I go from here? I know it's too early to think. Nothing is confirmed now. Should I just wait for it to happen? My brain is so messed up now. What to think? What to believe? What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-2028560450662171027?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2028560450662171027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2028560450662171027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/8-no-more.html' title='8 no more'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7788335722558871846</id><published>2010-01-26T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:02:28.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>To focus on something else</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know life is pretty unpredictable. Even the best psychic can't be 100% sure of what's gonna happen in the future. Neither could I. Because what we do today affects the outcome tomorrow. But what's done is done. Maybe people should not be too worried about consequences. By not doing anything, that'll lead to another possibility. That is why, in LIFE, there's always an IF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I shall not worry about anything at the moment. FYP, projects, and what not. Right now, I do have something that interests me a lot. The Mitsubishi Evo. It's definitely a monster on the road. The power in it, the beauty that attracts most of the young men, besides the colour, can anyone name a reason why it should be disliked?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S16-ZUBwtmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fhzadpUfQ9o/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even I feel like I wanna own one on my own. But I'm sure there'll be plenty of people disagreeing. Starting from my dad, to my mom, to siblings, relatives, name it and you'll get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why would you waste your money on such expensive car? Can you actually afford it"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or &lt;i&gt;"Isn't it better if you invest on something other than car, which would actually give a profitable return?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;And even &lt;i&gt;"Are you mad? It's very dangerous to drive such powerful car!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;And those rather ridiculous ones would be &lt;i&gt;"You are not qualified to drive such car! You can't handle it!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Familiar isn't it? Yes, I'm sure it had come across the mind of many. Be sure that you do not ask me such questions, cause my answers are readily to be fired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I know it's expensive, but if I like it, I'll work it out. I'll get part time, or what not, as long as I get what I want!"&lt;/i&gt; It could actually make me more hardworking than I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If I can drive a house or fixed deposit out, I would invest on it. And it's really common that youngsters like powerful and luxurious ride."&lt;/i&gt; What's the point of having lotsa money, but nothing that you really want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's expensive... Do you think I'll crash it on purpose? And powerful IS the purpose I wanna get that car. Else, I'll drive a Kancil..."&lt;/i&gt; I'm sure I'll be more careful if it's from my blood and sweat money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mine is a license, I believe yours should be the same as mine too. Unless you took your test from other country... Come again??"&lt;/i&gt; Just to be sarcastic here... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look.. Anyone who had been young would tell you those stated above. It's because they are well seasoned, and with plenty of valuable life experience. That is undeniable. I gotta say your advices are greatly appreciated. But, you were young once upon a time ago too isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many times have you tried to pursue happiness at the cost of upsetting others?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many times have you tried doing what you want but it's disagreed by your parents?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many times have you listened to others telling you what's right and what's wrong, but only to be ignored?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many times have you taken a risk, knowing the odds are low, but yet it feels right to do it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many times have you made a mistake because you never listened to others?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And how many times have you made a mistake, knowing what you are doing is a mistake?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me it's zero... I'm gullible and naive. Try me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is life. You were young once, and you did mistake. I know you wouldn't want the younger generations to suffer the same consequences. But, want is want. If you want something badly, you'll do it regardless it's right or wrong. Don't take me wrong here please. I'm not trying to insult anyone, and I myself truly appreciate all the advices I can get. But people make mistakes. And like it or not, that is one way of growing up. And for certain people, that may be the only way that they could grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let them fall once. For they would feel the pain, and being scarred, they would remember the lesson for as long as they live. They would learn to slowly get up. And in the end, they would grow old, and once again, they would pass advices like what they used to receive. For them, it will seem that the advices are ridiculous now. But give them time. Let them learn it the hard way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes the more you stop someone from doing something, the more they would do it. I personally like to seek for approval before doing anything. Instead of stopping us, maybe all you need to do is give us blessings. So, we would not make such a huge mistake. Some mistakes are inevitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes bro, I do agree that you bought the car despite everyone advised you against it. Life is short, you'll need to live your life the way you want, and living in the moment is all that matters. At least I know the next time you could tell your children that &lt;i&gt;"Dad used to make a big mistake by pursuing my own dream. But it's not the consequences that matter, because in anyhow, I get to fulfill something that I always dream of, and not many could do so. If it's any bad consequences, I had live with it because nothing beats the pleasure of fulfilling your own dream."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too many mistakes can be made in one single decision. Just live your life, and hope everything will turn out fine. I call this the circle of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Circle of life, by Elton John&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: normal; white-space: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the day we arrive on the planet &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;And blinking, step into the sun &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's more to be seen than can ever be seen &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;More to do than can ever be done   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some say eat or be eaten &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some say live and let live &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;But all are agreed as they join the stampede &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;You should never take more than you give   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the Circle of Life &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the wheel of fortune &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the leap of faith &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's the band of hope &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till we find our place &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the path unwinding &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the Circle, the Circle of Life   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some of us fall by the wayside &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;And some of us soar to the stars &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;And some of us sail through our troubles &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;And some have to live with the scars   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's far too much to take in here &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;More to find than can ever be found &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the sun rolling high &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Through the sapphire sky &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keeps the great and small on the endless round   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Chorus repeats)   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the path unwinding &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the Circle, the Circle of Life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&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/4450535653862393918-7788335722558871846?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7788335722558871846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7788335722558871846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-focus-on-something-else.html' title='To focus on something else'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/S16-ZUBwtmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/fhzadpUfQ9o/s72-c/IMG_0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-1704674571808236340</id><published>2010-01-20T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:57:17.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Money talks</title><content type='html'>I just checked out my FB, and I saw people talking about money issue. You know, about going out together, and paying A-A style for your own food. What amazes me is how they can count till the very last cent. RM XX.XX???? Cool shit...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I start, please take note that this is not meant to mock, make fun, or being sarcastic to whomever I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here in campus, I see people counting till the very last cent. On things that they've eaten, and what not. Unless it's strictly no sharing food such as McD or anything that you can distinguish the price easily, how the heck are you going to A-A? I've eaten a piece, so I'll pay for the price of that piece? And add the tax....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm half giggling (I'm sorry... Can't help it... No offense...) and also very amazed. When you are out to have fun, is it wise to calculate till the last cent? I know some may be touchy when money is related. I know not everyone has the financial stability and etc. But I find it very disturbing if you are out for fun, and you let money spoil your mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I think again... How is it like to mix with Ann Gee's gang, or Wai Hong's gang? Is it the same? I can say no. But it can't be compared, since we came from different place and different background. And again, Ann Gee is just too lazy to count (Future lawyers can't even divide 7.5 by 3)... Hahaha.... That's why she'll just round up or down and simply count. Sorry ya Ann gee... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Wai Hong, where money is never a problem for him. So, different background and mindset... Can't be compared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recalling.... Oh yes, the civil group. Ms Lee was telling me about her pleasant trip to Cameron Highland with the cool gang. She was saying how she enjoyed those people being generous in terms of sharing. So, point proven, I guess SJ isn't that weird after all. Just a little different over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm not the most generous person myself. =P Can't complain de. I'm just trying to be not stingy. People generally like generous people. But my stinginess was inherited... Damn... That's what you get when your father SEL(l)FISH de... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But please be reminded, as generous as people can be, no one can give all the time and receive none in return. I always believe in that. Cause if I was that generous to give all the time and to get nothing in return, I'll be very frustrated. Luckily I'm not la. =P So people, don't take people for granted k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, posting about money in FB is really suicidal. Please take note... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, special thanks to Siti Sara for the great meal earlier. Really appreciate it. Had a great time today. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-1704674571808236340?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1704674571808236340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1704674571808236340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/money-talks.html' title='Money talks'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3700986351480452808</id><published>2010-01-18T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:56:50.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Laughing matters</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been laughing a lot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, I laugh a lot in front of the computer. When I'm reading or watching anything regarding our dear country's politics, I'll LOL. Why bother watching comedies? Just YouTube our beloved minister's interview by AlJazeera. Funny shit man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I'll laugh again when Malaysian students studying in Singapore talk to me online. They'll tell me that how the Singaporeans are mocking them about our public figures. Way to go politicians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, not to forget about my conversation with Joyce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, no, no... Shall not post too much about mushy stuff. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, if you ever see me in the computer lab, doing my FYP, and laughing for no reason, trust me.... Run for your life. Unlike some people that might be sad or moody, I tend to laugh crazily. So, watch out people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn the computers. It gives too much entertainment, and yet it can drive me mad. Curse of the technology....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3700986351480452808?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3700986351480452808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3700986351480452808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/laughing-matters.html' title='Laughing matters'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3141747899527340974</id><published>2010-01-15T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:34:10.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>What's my name?</title><content type='html'>What's my name people? Yes! Wilson! Don't you dare not remember it! But wait! What if I never told you my name? For all I know, I don't care if you are calling me Wilson, William, Albert, Jen Shen, Eu Shen, Vincent, or even try calling Adam, Alan and what not. Call me anything, and I'll still respond, as long as I know you are actually calling me. So, start telling me that God talked to you and told you that that whatsoever word is actually His name. Gosh... When will the politicians start to grow up?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get a patent for that word la. And summon anyone trying to use it illegally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3141747899527340974?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3141747899527340974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3141747899527340974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-my-name.html' title='What&apos;s my name?'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5087145178623255872</id><published>2010-01-12T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:35:06.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving each day'/><title type='text'>I see you</title><content type='html'>Leona can never fail to please me with her songs. Some of you may have heard of this, also this is the song from Avatar:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I see you, by Leona Lewis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(101, 101, 101); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Walking through a dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My light in darkness breathing hope of new life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I live through you and you through me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enchanted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray in my heart that this dream never ends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see me through your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living through life flying high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your life shines the way into paradise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I offer my life as a sacrifice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I live through your love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You teach me how to see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that’s beautiful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My senses touch your world I never pictured &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I give my hope to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I surrender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray in my heart that this world never ends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see me through your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living through life flying high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your love shines the way into paradise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I offer my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I offer my love, for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my heart was never open &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and my spirit never free) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the world that you have shown me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But my eyes could not division &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the colors of love and of life ever more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evermore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I see me through your eyes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see me through your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Living through life flying high) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flying high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your love shines the way into paradise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I offer my life as a sacrifice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And live through your love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And live through your life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the lyrics and Jake Sully said, I see you. Yes, I do see you. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I believe I'm not the only one "seeing" someone else. Congratulations mate! I am truly happy for you. Yes, you know who you are la!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regarding the previous post, I gotta admit, I was quite angry and pissed when I was posting it. I wanted to delete that post, but then, to think of it, how often do I lose my cool right? So, I'll just leave it there ba... I am no longer angry about it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And note to another friend of mine: The petty Wilson isn't angry anymore. So, I guess you shouldn't be angry already too. Yes, you know who you are too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A bit pathetic right? Me knowing all my readers. Countable nia... XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5087145178623255872?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5087145178623255872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5087145178623255872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-see-you.html' title='I see you'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7649384750993040405</id><published>2010-01-11T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:11:43.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gratitude'/><title type='text'>Good Samaritan</title><content type='html'>I was thinking, and thinking, and thinking. I have no idea how to show my gratitude. Even by just saying thank you, I know it's just not enough. So, I'll show my highest gratitude in my blog. Thank you Miss Lee Chih Fang! You have just rescued me! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;American and TVB series are pretty misleading these days. In the shows, they always portray many good samaritans. Where are those compassionate person who unselfishly helps others in reality? In reality, it feels like these people are going extinct. Which leads to me posting this, to honour the great Miss Lee. It seems that she is one of the very few good samaritan left in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She once told me, being hypocrite is really not that bad. The very least is you'll be liked by people around you. But now, I'm not really thinking about being liked or not. More like, the intentions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me put it this way, a hypocrite, a person who pretends to be good, pious, or sympathetic without really being so. The very least is this person actually pretends to be good, and in the end, this person would actually do something good, though this person may not really want to. But do you get the point? A good deed is done here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, what about those that aren't willing to help? "Hey! They are only doing what they feel like doing! No harm done!" Oh yes, meaning they don't feel like helping, thus not helping. GREAT. My vote is definitely on the hypocrites. I know friends aren't supposed to be like family members. Only family would help you no matter what, and friends are not obliged to help you. I totally get that. Please mark my words. It goes both ways. Trust me on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say Miss Lee is a hypocrite. For all I know, she helped me when others won't. So, once again, million thanks to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-7649384750993040405?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7649384750993040405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7649384750993040405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-samaritan.html' title='Good Samaritan'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-7331760038703590966</id><published>2010-01-09T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:42:56.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Very emo'/><title type='text'>F</title><content type='html'>I always believe that if you can't say something nice, you should not say anything. I am not a fan of saying things to intentionally make other people unhappy or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-7331760038703590966?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7331760038703590966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/7331760038703590966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/f.html' title='F'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-4530359901402530458</id><published>2010-01-08T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:25:35.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Post #102</title><content type='html'>I just noticed that I have posted 102 posts throughout this 2 years. Meaning, averagely I have 5 posts per month? Hmmm.... Do I really crap that much? Or dramas could not be separated from my life? Either way, here I go again! =P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the weird dinner yesterday, it didn't feel as weird anymore now. In fact, I've done a stupid mistake again earlier. I was reading the forwarded email about mother's love. When I have decided to forward the email, i clicked on "USM mates", and voila!~ It included my dear room mate's email in it. (Although I removed him from MSN, but I have not remove him from my email list yet.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh... Silly things keep happening around me. Or I'm just silly myself. Think the latter one is more appropriate. Well, this is just me. So, I was like "SHIT". But what's done is done. Damn it. Stupid email. Now he'll think that I'm trying to be friends with him again. XD (Let's hope not, and hope that he blocked my email ad...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it's a weird week, a weird first week for me! Not to mention an ulcer that did not cure for over a week, and the weird weird dinner. Oh well, shall not stress too much on the WEIRD word. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One presentation is over for now. But there are still so many pending projects. What happened to the honeymoon final year leh? (Senior's fault for letting us believe that final year is a very free and easy year!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-4530359901402530458?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4530359901402530458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4530359901402530458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-102.html' title='Post #102'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-9160689976466473975</id><published>2010-01-07T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:39:03.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving each day'/><title type='text'>New Year's resolution</title><content type='html'>One of my new year's resolution had been fulfilled. That is to forgive and forget. Although this is not entirely his fault, but I'm proud to say, I have finally forgiven him. For all the things he had done, good and bad, I am not going to pursue on this matter anymore. I am putting this matter behind me once and for all. (But please don't ask me to speak to him, at least not in the near future... Since we had a pact, that is to not speak to each other.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm going to a dinner, with my room mate. Probably our first dinner together since half a year ago. It was a decision made a few days ago, where I actually agreed to have dinner together despite knowing that he would go. I figured I shall not dwell on the past, after all, the future is so promising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, you, you, you! You know who you are! I don't know why, but you are making me a happier and better person. I am very thankful for that. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only hoping that tonight will not be a very awkward night. Just let it be normal, that's all I'm asking. I am not greedy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-9160689976466473975?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/9160689976466473975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/9160689976466473975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s resolution'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-4149629286922706310</id><published>2009-12-31T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:47:36.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Ending'/><title type='text'>Last post for 09</title><content type='html'>365 days ago, I was at 1 Utama, waiting for the countdown to year 2009. It feels as if I blinked a few times, and here I am, on the last day of 2009. Sometimes, I think one of my best decision was to start blogging. Looking back at my posts throughout the year, I can say many things happened. All the ups and downs. And my posts remind me of what I've done for 2009.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 year ago, I was accompanied by the guys, and also the canto pop star, Justin. Today, it's an entirely different story. Who could have thought that I would be spending the the last day of 09 with her? Life is really unexpected and full of uncertainties. Just the way I like it. I have started my journey months ago, and today, I'm still on this journey. I do hope it's a journey that never ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 2010 people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish for everyone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If you are single, I hope that you would not be single anymore in 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If you aren't single, I hope that all the happy couples will remain happy and everlasting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If you are young, I hope that you would pass with flying colours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. If you are old, I hope that you will live long and prosper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. If you are my friend, I hope that you will get more than the above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If you are Joyce, I only wish to say I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. If you are my friend, and read No. 6, and feels "eww", I'll "shoo" you away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you people in 2010! XOXO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-4149629286922706310?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4149629286922706310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4149629286922706310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-post-for-09.html' title='Last post for 09'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-665494035058362261</id><published>2009-12-29T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:00:04.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>Too much heaven</title><content type='html'>When you are in heaven for too long, you'll never ever want to go back to hell. But if it's inevitable, there is nothing much you can do. All you can do is endure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Too much of something is never good for anyone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would believe this. But, I think there is an exception. Happiness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One can never have too much of happiness." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my case, my happiness would last till this weekend. Then, I'll be forced to go back to the campus. Either be very happy for this few days, and be sad over there, or not to be that happy for this few days, and still be sad over there. I think maybe Silky and Mimi might know how to answer this correctly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please dear God. Help me to not hate going back to the campus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nobody gets too much heaven no more,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's much harder to come by, I'm waiting in line,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody gets too much love anymore,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's as high as a mountain and harder to climb"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;M2M - Our song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-665494035058362261?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/665494035058362261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/665494035058362261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much-heaven.html' title='Too much heaven'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-1593388849902447362</id><published>2009-12-28T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:31:43.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Condolences'/><title type='text'>Last goodbye to Danny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/12/27/nation/5372547&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Contractor found dead at hotel parking lot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;-from The Star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Danny I knew was a nice and fun guy. The room will light up whenever he talks. I can't remember since when did he appear in my life. I was still very young back then. But there's something I know for sure, he was the guy that had been introduced as "Kam Ming Kor Kor" by my big sis. Ever since that day, he had been around at least once in a while. He was a friend of bro-in-law too. The similar interests such as cars, and fishing made big bro his friend too. He was that friendly to anyone, even to my not-so-friendly 2nd sis and problematic 2nd bro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not as closed to him as any of my siblings would, since what we shared in common is practically very little. But as little time spent as possible, I have learned quite a lot about this guy. Optimistic, very loved, funny, childish at times, helpful, with a kind heart, and the life of any circle he would be in. It came to me as a shock too, that the guy that used to drop by at my house, has left us. As much as Xmas 09 is memorable to me itself, after knowing this news, it shall be remembered forever by everyone that knew Danny. On that day, we have lost one great friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, i shall bid the last goodbye to you. For you will be remembered and missed dearly by your friends and family, I believe you have returned to the hands of God, where you will be loved even more. Rest in peace bro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-1593388849902447362?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1593388849902447362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/1593388849902447362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-goodbye-to-danny.html' title='Last goodbye to Danny'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5250243929048075843</id><published>2009-12-24T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:05:09.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>iGo My way</title><content type='html'>Introducing the latest cracked iPhone software, iGo My way! It's a beautiful GPS application similar to GARMIN, but with nicer interface. It comes together with an integrated mom, where if you drive too fast, it will tell you "You have reached the speed limit". (As if one mom is not enough, this application gives you two mom!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is meant to brag about my phone, so if you are not an iPhone user, you may stop reading this cause I'm about to trash other phones here. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always start with the design. I know HTC user would say how their phone has ergonomic design, and how Nokia user would say how cool their slide up QWERTY keypad is. Bare in mind that only the business version of HTC has the nicer design but it comes with a smaller size screen. As for 3.2" screen, most of the design are similar, be it HTC, Nokia, or iPhone. Being an Apple supporter, the shiny iPhone's back with the Apple logo is always preferred, since the design can't be anymore different than candy bar shape. And like I've already suggested, an extra QWERTY keypad is an EXTRA. I'd recommend u to tilt your phone. Save time and you'll have thinner design. (And I noticed there are at least one model of HTC that has a direction specific QWERTY keyboard.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've been mentioning about QWERTY keyboard, I might as well as to condemn the extra "keypad" input function available in most of the touch screens, but not available in iPhone. Google Sony Ericsson G900, and it'll tell you that keypads are there to retain the classical function of a phone. And phones are proven to be able to function fully without a keypad. So, what's the keypad input function used for again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I need not to mention about how iPhone's screen respond to only touches, not stylus. It means that the screen are more responsive and sensitive. Keep your stylus away. Why need stylus when your fingers can do better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we move on to the interface. No doubt, iPhone has one of the best interface around. The display is really natural compared to other similar phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which leads to moderately pretty pictures with just 3.2 megapixel camera. The colours are plain natural. Undeniably the quality is comparatively as good as the Nokia N97's 5 megapixel camera with Carl Zeiss optics. Unbelievable? Believe it! But then, it loses when it comes to camera flash, cause iPhone has none. But then again, all phone camera sucks for night time capturing. Not much harm done there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sony Ericsson has better music quality, so does Nokia Xpress music" - or so said others. Shall I remind everyone that there was iPod shuffle, iPod classic, iPod nano, and iPod touch before iPhone? If the music quality is any worse from those two that I've mentioned, I'm pretty sure that no one would buy those, knowing that they are music players and used mainly to play music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The internal memory may be on the downside, but then again 16/32 gb is really more than enough. So, if you say how external memory can be upgraded and everything, your phones may be better here. (If and only if you fully filled your external memory with everything and your phone can still function well without lag, then please come back and drop me a message.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Applications. Wahahaha!!! Don't need to elaborate, since currently IMO it's still the best and most complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iPod touch was meant for gaming, music, video and internet. With iPhone, you may damn well lose your PSP. iPhone's gaming graphic IMO is better than PSP. My bro said the same, and he has a PSP which is currently collecting dust since he got an iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About operating system, I'm not too sure though. Some would root Symbian since it was here the earliest. Windows mobile is fairly stable too. So, I don't think I can't comment if iPhone, Symbian, or Windows mobile is better than the other. But I do know if you want those cool games, it'll have to be iPhone la!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"iPhone is already so expensive, and to get the apps, you'll need to spend more!" - undeniably true. For non piracy fans, just pay the damn fee la! It took people so long to design an app. But for cheapos like me, just jailbreak the damn phone! "But but but no more warranty wor!!" - why do anyone need warranty when the phone will not give you any problem? Warranty is seriously quite useless. Go around ask any iPhone user, I'll say that it won't be anything close to Samsung's quality. It is meant to last. Warranty is only for things that you know it'll spoil easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, the classic "You have to pay for using the GPS".&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; Click here to go to the top&lt;/span&gt;. Don't click, just screwing with you. Like the I said, iGo My way app made GPS possible for iPhone. So, kiss goodbye to dear GARMIN, or any other GPS app. GPS is now no problemo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why pay more for iPhone while you can get it cheaper with other brand, and most probably similar or better than iPhone?" - so you'll ask. And so I'll ask, "Why pay more for a 1.8 Honda Civic while you can get 1.8 Proton Wira with a much lower price?". My question is self explanatory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disclaimer: The writer will not bare any responsibility for any agitated feelings from reading his post. He is superbly biased when it comes to iPhone. And some informations are simply opinions. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5250243929048075843?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/5250243929048075843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/igo-my-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5250243929048075843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5250243929048075843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/igo-my-way.html' title='iGo My way'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-4285336277604848924</id><published>2009-12-23T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:38:11.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubbish'/><title type='text'>Kitschen</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's the name of a boutique.&lt;div&gt;Yes, that's an evil shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it sucks a lot of my money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it's now the official supplier for my clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, something about it's cutting that somehow fits me nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the designer must have some superb idea on it's fashion to actually know what to attract people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I can try anything sized "S" in that shop and I'll like most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, you people should not buy from there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I don't want to wear the same clothes (if we ever have the same taste) as you, so don't buy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay away from that evil shop!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-4285336277604848924?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/4285336277604848924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/kitschen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4285336277604848924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/4285336277604848924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/kitschen.html' title='Kitschen'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8713868519432677029</id><published>2009-12-22T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:37:44.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>It's a very very mad world</title><content type='html'>As usual, results is out. I think I have done exceptionally bad this time, since I got no list at all. Amazed, surprised or shocked? I got neither one. Supposed to feel sad, dying and disappointed, but nope... I am still happy for no reason. This is bad, real bad. No wonder people around me constantly remind me to not get into a relationship when I'm still studying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, no, not blaming it for my results. After all, it is my own fault to skip tests, not study, rush assignments and projects, and being lazy. Definitely my own fault. =) (OMG! LOOK, STILL A SMILEY!!) Seriously in deep shit now. I am in a state of happiness, where I am blinded by anything and everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else seems to matter anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'd like to make myself believe, this planet Earth turns slowly.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to live in the moment, just this happy moment, and I hope it'll last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how freaking deep shit I'm in right now? Someone please wake me up and tell me that there's actually a real world out there. I need a reminder from anyone so that I'll know what to fear, and not live like a happy fool, awaiting to be gobbled up by the cruel world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: If you aren't gonna leave comments such as "You are dead" or "You are fucking doomed", please don't bother then. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8713868519432677029?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/8713868519432677029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-very-very-mad-world.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8713868519432677029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8713868519432677029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-very-very-mad-world.html' title='It&apos;s a very very mad world'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-6962824313009654055</id><published>2009-12-21T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:40:30.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>Living The Dream</title><content type='html'>Unlike Dexter's first episode that has the same title as my post, this is definitely not the summary of the episode.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does feel like I'm living the dream too. Time passes fast, things are nice, happy... Does feel a little bit dreamy. But it does feel like time is not enough for me. Can I have 30 hours a day instead? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An example, I had such an eventful weekend. I had been out every single day since I got home. I could actually count my hours at home if I want to. But that's not the point. I am quite happy now. May be a little busier than usual, but definitely enjoying it. Saturday was definitely memorable. We went to a concert together, spent 3 hours standing there, listening to some Chinese songs that we never heard before in our lives. But, some of the performances were really good. Maybe you people heard of this "Star live concert" too.. Richie Ren, Valen Hsu, Alex Fong, and Kelly Chen were great. But other than that, the rest were "keh leh fehs" la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we went to the comic fiesta at Pyramid. It's really a cartoon world. Definitely not my world I'm sure. XD Then, it was the gathering with Ann Gee, Eu Shen, Christine, Yu Kit, Brian, and Louis. Quite a fun day too. Food, games, and laughter. What else to ask for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as much as I'd like to have fun, I'm still like a faulty Samsung handphone. Unlike other handphones, you may charge for 4 hours, and use for 4 days. My case, charge me for 8 hours, I'm usable for 4 hours only. Okayla, a bit exaggerating. I may get 8 hours of sleep, but it won't help me to last for 12 hours of activities daily. I can't help it. Need to recharge more. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shutting down.... Hibernating....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-6962824313009654055?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/6962824313009654055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6962824313009654055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6962824313009654055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-dream.html' title='Living The Dream'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-2308218003478672571</id><published>2009-12-15T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:03:30.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure crap'/><title type='text'>The ninth day of USM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Q: How can you tell if you are very unwanted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: When your FYP supervisor tells you that he should sign whatever documents that you need so that you'll need not to find him for weeks later, in case he's on leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: How to tell which party has more power?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: When your FYP supervisor ask you to ask technicians instead of consulting him, it kinda spells something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: How can you differentiate a final year student from the rest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: He/she plays mahjong, watches show, or play games from day till night. (Btw special thanks to Ah Bao's mahjong set. Or else, my weekend here would be hell-ish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Why should people not hope too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Actually I don't have the specific answer for this, but I'll go with "So there'll be very little or no disappointment." Anyway, I was hoping to be back on Saturday, then to know that I can only be back on Tuesday, and only be told that it will be postponed again. I hate USM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Would Wilson jog everyday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: My money would go to "NO" but unfortunately if your money is there too, then I gotta say I let everyone down. I had been jogging every single day since I came back to USM. I'm feeling healthier now. Oh ya, and music makes jogging very bearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Describe your USM life during the break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Since it's the break, nothing much could be done. No classes, and not many lecturers are around. But it's definitely hiding in the computer lab all day. And the day that I don't hide in the computer lab, that would be the day that I need to go back and forth to the CNC lab. For god's sake, please install CATIA V5R19 in CNC lab la!~ By just running, think I might actually lost a few kgs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Briefly describe how screwed is your FYP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Let me see... For starters, I'm 3 weeks backdated. Then, I have this superbly thin design that has to be modeled out. Normal machining methods could not be used. It takes almost a month for them to prepare it for me, and that does not include the probability of it failing. If I'm lucky, I should be getting my model by the end of January. And my beloved Mr. Baharom said if I want it any faster, I would need to help out at the lab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Seriously that that screwed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Well, it wasn't that bad after all. They suggest me to use the Rapid Prototype method for my model. Things were made simpler, but still no promises by them. All I can do now is wait for them to contact me. At least Mr. Ijas agreed to emailing, unlike Mr. Baharom... Yes, I'm coming home for the festive season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Why is your post in Q&amp;amp;A style?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Even I have no idea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-2308218003478672571?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/2308218003478672571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/ninth-day-of-usm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2308218003478672571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2308218003478672571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/ninth-day-of-usm.html' title='The ninth day of USM'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3546358644612367119</id><published>2009-12-13T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:31:05.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure crap'/><title type='text'>Perhaps I'll be home on Monday?</title><content type='html'>Very often, peacefulness would come with boredom. And having none to disturb, that would have meant loneliness. Again and again, I have proven to myself that peaceful and lonely life is not what I want, though I must say there are times that I do enjoy being left alone. I like my life the way it is, full of drama, where story by story follows up to make my life more entertaining. And most importantly, surrounded by people. I guess that's a curse for growing up in a family of 9 people. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life in campus is not quite the same... Fine... Not exactly talking bout previous sem, but more like talking about the previous week. Being back here for FYP isn't exactly the plan that I had in my mind. Because, I know it would result in me being alone in the campus, and freaking bored life as there are no classes during the break! (DUH!~) But I guess it's okay, since I made it through last week thanks to the companion of Kevin and Jet. Or else, I would have rotten in this house already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But home is where the heart belongs. And I miss home. I'm hoping and hoping and hoping that I'll be able to be back by Monday. Please don't screw this up Mr. Baharom. I don't wanna stay here any longer than I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3546358644612367119?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/3546358644612367119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/perhaps-ill-be-home-on-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3546358644612367119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3546358644612367119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/perhaps-ill-be-home-on-monday.html' title='Perhaps I&apos;ll be home on Monday?'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-353406919611697613</id><published>2009-12-05T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:17:57.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Sarawak trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A whole new world, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a true fantastic point of view, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;no one to tell us no, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or where to go, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or say we're only dreaming. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes yes yes. That is Sarawak from my point of view. Before I get there, I should start with the part where the whole trip got more interesting than it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;To begin, it was on Saturday, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;we were supposed to take the 5 p.m flight. So, without further questions, it is well known that we should reach at least 45 minutes before flight. Oon Oon, Kevin and I reached LCCT 1st. Thus, we waited for Jet and Chih Fang to join us. But we waited till 4:30 p.m and they have yet to join us. Knowing that they might be late, and soon it would be our turn to run, we've decided to run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True enough Mr and Ms Lee were late. And it was quite panicking as we don't know that they can make it in time or not. Fortunately, with Chih Fang's pleading skill, they managed to get their boarding pass, allowing them to enter the gate 10 mins before flight time. Oh, too bad I didn't snap their 100 meter run look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 1 hour and 45 minutes of flight, it was Kuching at first sight. My first time visiting Kuching. Beautiful airport, spacious city, quite beautiful at night. We started with kolo mee. I'd say it's wanton mee of Sarawak. But the taste was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached Chih Fang's house at night. Her house is located at Kota Samarahan. It's quite rural and true enough it's a village. We entered her house which is surrounded by her farm. After a delicious supper, we slept. And that was the first night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The second day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; started very differently. We were waken up by the harmonious nature alarm clock. At roughly 6 a.m, the chickens started singing. Just when we thought they were about to be done, they invited the birds to join their concert. Haha. Pretty new for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also the day for uncle Lee's farm exploration. After an australian style breakfast, we went to catch crabs, explore the humongous farm (farm which I have yet to see the boundary), and plenty of fruits went into our stomaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzcahGOvUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wXphF13q0pk/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanna know how to use this? Ask Chih Fang (Kampung mode)!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly a very new and relaxing life for me. Loved the peacefulness. We went around the village to look at the lifestyle here. I'll give it a 5 star if you like relaxing(or retired) life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzehyPqRyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rhWw0_9wGss/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzehyPqRyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rhWw0_9wGss/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412445524197000994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the fruit which they considered to be medium size. (I can't imagine what is considered big for them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzcbDF7tWI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zVshnit-USs/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzcbDF7tWI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zVshnit-USs/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412443209437263202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Farm exploration came with an expensive price. They say agriculture is a work of sweat and blood. I totally agree&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/Sxzcbbkb7yI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/o2vTDM30YKE/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/Sxzcbbkb7yI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/o2vTDM30YKE/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412443216007655202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Asajaya's shophouses&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food prepared was superbly fresh. With fishing village around the corner, a farm on your own, all you'll ever need is rice. Seriously not exaggerating here. And Chih Fang's mom is a great cook. Not to forget thanking her and her sis as they do help out in the kitchen too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzehFjZfYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/acvET4sYCPs/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzehFjZfYI/AAAAAAAAAeo/acvET4sYCPs/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412445512200191362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This, is considered a normal meal for the rich and famous. The crab was superbly delicious&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The third day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was all about a tour in Kuching city. The most important part for this tour was the waterfront. And lots of cat statues. Souvenir shopping, photo session, good food and muzeum. Notable food for the day was laksa Sarawak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/Sxzehv3Ww6I/AAAAAAAAAew/ugb7O7YXlZE/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/Sxzehv3Ww6I/AAAAAAAAAew/ugb7O7YXlZE/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412445523558187938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indian street with no Indian&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/Sxzcbtqj37I/AAAAAAAAAeY/lUTPT4PNq2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/Sxzcbtqj37I/AAAAAAAAAeY/lUTPT4PNq2Q/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412443220865179570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The meow meow statue&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fourth day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; included the Bako National Park, and a temple visit. Generally similar to other park where hiking is the main attraction. Wouldn't say it's super special, but it's a good place to sweat it out, especially after eating so many meals at Uncle Lee's farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzccF-fdaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/faaXqNAfzLE/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzccF-fdaI/AAAAAAAAAeg/faaXqNAfzLE/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412443227391227298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was supposed to be a 4 hours hike. But unfortunately, mother nature disagreed with us. I guess it's the promise i made to mom before I went to Sarawak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1) No water activity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2) No jungle activity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;3) No to places that can be considered dangerous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broke the 1st promise the moment I had to enter the park itself, cause it's kinda like the only way to enter. It's a &lt;i&gt;national park&lt;/i&gt;, so I guess I need not to explain how the 2nd promise is broken. 3rd was not broken, although we did think about going to the waterfall, but we couldn't make it there due to the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to return to the entrance the moment it started raining. Then, we went to temple earlier than expected, and headed back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzeiL0OheI/AAAAAAAAAfA/NoLXl1sXzrc/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzeiL0OheI/AAAAAAAAAfA/NoLXl1sXzrc/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412445531061257698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fifth day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was probably the most interesting day of all. Dear Jet slept approximately 2 hours during the night. Can you guess why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzeitdAurI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wnvL7B3L_o0/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the first time in his life, he had food poisoning. OMG right? This trip took many of Jet's first time. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the day off so that Jet could rest and recover from his illness. We went to 360 express hotel located in the Kuching city centre, and I gotta say that is one worthy hotel. We stayed there for the night (and also the next night).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sixth day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the cultural village visit. After paying RM 15 (Take note that if you aren't student, you'll have to pay RM 60 instead... So, only go if you are a student.), we went in for the performances etc. It's totally worth the RM 15, so no one should bitch about the price. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzgX1nSfMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/743WipT2sl4/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzgX1nSfMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/743WipT2sl4/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412447552325975234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The beach near Damai re&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;sort&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzgYB7dC6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/tUkynqt8kEI/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzgYB7dC6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/tUkynqt8kEI/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412447555631778722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzgZPztwVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/CqWCViN9ny0/s1600-h/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzgZPztwVI/AAAAAAAAAfo/CqWCViN9ny0/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412447576537284946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We went to the waterfront again that night. Splendid view rig&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ht?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seventh day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, we checked out from the hotel, and went to Spring shopping complex. It is a nice place, but if you are from the peninsular, it shouldn't be that different from those complexes around you. We headed back to Chih Fang's house, and spent the night there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzgYz4KkPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/dqP7q9odu00/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzgYz4KkPI/AAAAAAAAAfg/dqP7q9odu00/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412447569039757554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The decoration for the coming festive season in Spring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eight day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, also the final day at Sarawak, Chih Fang could not send us to the airport due to many many reasons, but nevertheless, we are all very grateful for the hospitality that they provided. And, we headed back to peninsular. That was all for the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(In case you are wondering why this post seems weird, it&lt;b&gt; IS &lt;/b&gt;weird. Cause, first half is written during, and second half is written after.) XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I completed it k? =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-353406919611697613?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/353406919611697613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/sarawak-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/353406919611697613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/353406919611697613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/sarawak-trip.html' title='Sarawak trip'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SxzcahGOvUI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wXphF13q0pk/s72-c/IMG_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5612074695725286511</id><published>2009-12-04T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:48:53.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Times'/><title type='text'>123</title><content type='html'>There was supposed to be a Sarawak trip post, but I don't really have the mood to write it out. I do hope I'll find the time to complete it. I can't help it but to post something happier for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There's only 1 way, 2 say, those 3 words, for you.... I love you" - 1,2,3,4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to me, 123 itself means a lot. 12-03-09 is a very important date to me. The reason to celebrate anything and everything. Cheers everyone! Yes... Like any of you don't already know what happened to me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5612074695725286511?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/5612074695725286511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/123.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5612074695725286511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5612074695725286511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/12/123.html' title='123'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8377251470516494097</id><published>2009-11-19T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:36:18.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit'/><title type='text'>No good deed goes unpunished</title><content type='html'>The idiom does not exactly mean the same thing as what I'm about to post. If you need the real definition, just google it la!~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, I think in my world, it's more like "no bad deed goes unpunished". It seems that every time I start doing anything that I think it ain't right, bad things happen. Life is really unfair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghh... Brain refuse to work. Until next time ba....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8377251470516494097?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/8377251470516494097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8377251470516494097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8377251470516494097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html' title='No good deed goes unpunished'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3441813868535575604</id><published>2009-11-16T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:38:16.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>Everyday discovery</title><content type='html'>I am getting to know myself better and better these days with he help of dear Google and Wikipedia. They are seriously the know it all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PREVIOUSLY ON i-Wil-C&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, shall not do the Heroes thingy... I was kinda announcing I had this anal retentive thingy, which lead to paying attention to small details, then to orderliness, and last but not least, allergic to dirty and unhygienic place/stuff? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth to be told is, me and dirty things don't go along because of other reason. It's not just being anal retentive. Since I was young, I hated cleaning dusty and dirty place for the fact that I start feeling unwell the moment I breathe in dust. But yet, I had to do it since I was the maid of the house. It was something common in my house, that upon breathing in dust, we start sneezing, get watery eyes, running nose, itching of eyes, and nose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cure that problem, we always had plenty of Clarinase at home. Because, dad had this "sensitive nose" thing and so does my bro. (Yes, yes... I know I got the worst genes from my parents) Those were our miracle little pills. Could stop all the nonsense in less than half an hour. Today, I got curious. Cause I had been referring this as "sensitive nose" problem, I knew I had to find out what is the real problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthscout.com/ency/68/208/main.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Allergic Rhinitis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definition of Allergic Rhinitis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthscout.com/ency/68/208/main.html" class="cssEncyLink" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allergic rhinitis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; is an inflammation of the nasal passages, usually associated with watery nasal discharge and itching of the nose and eyes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: left; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: left; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: left; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="DescriptionofAllergicRhinitis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Description of Allergic Rhinitis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthscout.com/ency/68/208/main.html" class="cssEncyLink" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allergic rhinitis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; affects about 20 percent of the American population and ranks as one of the most common illnesses in the U.S. The symptoms occur in the nose and eyes and usually occur after exposure to dust, danders, or certain seasonal pollens in people that are allergic to these substances.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: left; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: left; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two-thirds of all patients have symptoms of allergic rhinitis before the age of 30, but onset can occur at any age. Allergic rhinitis has no sexual predilection, although boys up to the age of 10 are twice as likely to have symptoms as girls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: left; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: left; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is strong genetic predisposition to allergic rhinitis. One parent with a history of allergic rhinitis has about a 30 percent chance of producing offspring with the disorder; the risk increases to 50 percent if both parents have a history of &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthscout.com/ency/68/98/main.html" class="cssEncyLink" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;allergies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: left; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; text-align: left; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Patients can be severely restricted in their daily activities, resulting in excessive time away from school or work. Millions of dollars are spent each year on physician services and medication for treatment of this chronic illness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as it is stated, me and bro got it from dad. 30%... What a luck... I will never ever play Russian Roulette. Damn this allergy... There's no cure to it yet.. But hey, on the bright side, I am seriously allergic to dust, and not just me being anal retentive. So, do not blame me for being fussy in that k? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh... It did say that it includes seasonal pollen in this allergy. Could it be the same reason why I'm allergic to chives with bud? It definitely contains pollen in that small bud. Oh shit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erghhh... I'm wondering what other bad things did I inherit from my parents...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all in all, today went very very well for me, minus the running around everywhere. I am happy. =) Thanks for making my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3441813868535575604?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/3441813868535575604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyday-discovery.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3441813868535575604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3441813868535575604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyday-discovery.html' title='Everyday discovery'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8704936021016743377</id><published>2009-11-09T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:34:02.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>Anal retentive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I know I've been double-posting lately, but I can't help it. I do not have enough time on daily basis to blog. So, I have to keep everything till I'm free, and post all together one shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Recently, I was informed that I am anal retentive. I was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"What??!! Anal what???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Thanks to Joyce for explaining, but I'll just post the definition here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It wasn't too long ago that I sensed something was not so right with me. Why am I paying attention to such small details? Why is it irritating me? Why am I the only one that feels something is wrong with it? Well, the answer is all here. Because I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anal_retentive"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;anal retentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;The term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;anal retentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; (also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;anally retentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;anal retentive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; or simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;anal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;), commonly abbreviated to, is used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conversation" title="Conversation" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;conversationally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; to describe a person with such attention to detail that the obsession becomes an annoyance to others, and can be carried out to the detriment of the anal-retentive person. The term derives from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigmund_Freud" title="Sigmund Freud" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Freudian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychoanalysis" title="Psychoanalysis" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;psychoanalysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh yes, I know I have irritated a number of people already. But really nice of you people to not tell me. Btw, it could also be linked to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive%E2%80%93compulsive_personality_disorder"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;obsessive-compulsive personality disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Obsessive–compulsive personality disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;OCPD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;) is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personality_disorder" title="Personality disorder" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;personality disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; which involves an obsession with perfection, rules, and organization. People with OCPD may feel anxious when they perceive that things are not right. This can lead to routines and rules for ways of doing things, whether for themselves or their families&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Although I highly doubt that I have OCPD, there might be that chance. But then again, I think even if I have that disorder, mine is only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orderliness"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;orderliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; (also called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;neatness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;tidiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;) is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personality_trait" title="Personality trait" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;personality trait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; which involves the organization of things into a state of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organizing" title="Organizing" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symmetry" title="Symmetry" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;symmetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; in the world, as contrasted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disorder" title="Disorder" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos" title="Chaos" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;. Orderliness is associated with other qualities such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cleanliness" title="Cleanliness" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;cleanliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diligence" title="Diligence" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;diligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;, and is generally considered to be a desirable quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Orderliness, and the associated desire for order and symmetry, is considered to be positive. However, an excessive desire for orderliness can be associated with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obsessive-compulsive_disorder" title="Obsessive-compulsive disorder" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;obsessive-compulsive disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;. Freud associated excessive concern about orderliness with what he referred to as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anal" title="Anal" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;anal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;, although this theory is now generally regarded as obsolete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think I'm not that that bad yet. Cause there are things that I can still tolerate. Such as dirty/untidy place that I do not use/go. The very least is I just let them be and I don't touch it. Imagine me going around the house screwing everyone's place. By then, I think I'll have plenty of enemies ad. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh yes, gonna blame mom here again. Honestly, I'm one small anal if you want to compare me to my mom and my bro. It's like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; anal, &lt;b&gt;MEDIUM&lt;/b&gt; anal, and i happen to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SMALL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; anal. Yes, it runs in the family, and there is nothing much that I can do about it. But I think I do more good than harm being that way right? XD (Trying to be less anal ad.... Gimme some time k?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I'd like to apologize here to everyone, if I've pissed you off for anything I've done and said for me being me. Not the best me, but trying to upgrade to Wilson 2.0 here. Tunggulah!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8704936021016743377?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/8704936021016743377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/anal-retentive.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8704936021016743377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8704936021016743377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/anal-retentive.html' title='Anal retentive'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-6306991196638770973</id><published>2009-11-09T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:58:58.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Ending'/><title type='text'>The last paper for my degree</title><content type='html'>This 13th of November, some might recognize it as Friday the Thirteen, I'll be having my &lt;b&gt;last exam in my degree life. &lt;/b&gt;This post is actually for future references, as this post will remind me of how happy I am to be exam-free for the rest of my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Disclaimer: This post will be deemed useless the moment I take masters, pre-requisite test for some big company, or engineering license)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, waiting for the last exam to come, I feel that nothing matters much anymore. I'm actually looking forward to join the society in their working life. I know those that are working would definitely tell me &lt;i&gt;"Studying is wayyyyyyyyyyyyy much better than working."&lt;/i&gt; Yes, I actually know that. But try to have a dad that is not supportive in your education. All I get from him is &lt;i&gt;"I think a degree is enough. You should start working soon. When are you going to finish your degree?"&lt;/i&gt; I know it's probably bad and unfilial for me to say these things out, but I can say that I'm very very disappointed with dad's attitude. Obviously, he doesn't care about my education. Oh yes, my decision to start working is made when I was so sick of him telling me that. I know I have not been the best son, and I've proven many times that I'm a spoilt brat. But then, I'm the last one and the only one studying. Do I really waste a lot of his money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom is actually not agreeing with me not doing my masters. But all I can say is I'm sorry, I can't stand unreasonable nagging anymore. He doesn't want me to waste his money studying, then fine, I'll wait till I work and I'll do it on my own. I am actually old enough to be doing that. So you people that have parents forcing you all to study, study and study, be grateful. Not many people have that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, okay, no more complaining. Back to the topic. I'm really happy now, and it feels good. Maybe in a few years time, I'll come back and check this post. Most probably by then, I'd be so unhappy with my working life, working my life and soul out, tired and beat down, sucky boss and colleagues, low salary and high expenses, and all the shits that are about to come, this will definitely remind me of how happy I was. Yes Wilson! &lt;b&gt;NO REGRETS IN YOUR LIFE! PEOPLE NEED TO GROW UP AND GOING INTO THE WORKING LIFE IS A PART OF GROWING UP! SUCK IT UP AND JUST WORK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully that'll work for future me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if all shall fail, just go get your masters la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-6306991196638770973?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/6306991196638770973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-paper-for-my-degree.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6306991196638770973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/6306991196638770973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-paper-for-my-degree.html' title='The last paper for my degree'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3533294649641219913</id><published>2009-11-04T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:58:19.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Times'/><title type='text'>Christmas came early!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This has been an extraordinary week for me. It's been such a long time, but things are finally getting better and better. Guess what? Christmas came early for me! Okay, not exactly 25th of December, but most of my wishes came true! And yes, I think my bro do read my blog. Unless he's Matt Parkman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, shopping without the sale has made me ended up with some stuff overpriced stuff. After scouting my favourite shop a.k.a. Padini Concept Shop, I decided it's time for me to get a new tie. This is due to my old tie went m.i.a. Stupid black tie, don't even know where it went missing. RM 89 flew away. But then, Padini doesn't have much to offer for this season. Tried looking for many, but the normal ones just couldn't catch my attention. Until....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SvGeUSuhGXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9Gely4D900k/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SvGeUSuhGXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9Gely4D900k/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400271499655453042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oooh.... Yes... The Special Edition t&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ie!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SvGeUE2KA_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/8krExhDDdAs/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SvGeUE2KA_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/8krExhDDdAs/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400271495929398258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kinda like it, though I believe some might think it's a bit too "old". It's recommended by the sales lady. And the material is very nice! So, I bought it, but it's more expensive. *Ouch*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, back to the topic, things are going pretty smooth for me. Don't mind me for doing this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am indeed very very very happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to everyone around me. My lucky streak is back, hope it'll last till at least after exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3533294649641219913?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/3533294649641219913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-came-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3533294649641219913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3533294649641219913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-came-early.html' title='Christmas came early!'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SvGeUSuhGXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9Gely4D900k/s72-c/IMG_0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-2105390250685923114</id><published>2009-11-01T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:16:48.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>December, faster faster come!</title><content type='html'>Gosh.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started well, and I ended screwing it up. Damn me... The next time good me vs bad me, I'll definitely side th bad me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad la... My phone is an obselete model! They should really really stop throwing 2nd hand hp to me ad. Waiting for December! Think I'll finally able to buy my 1st ever phone! Keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in donating to my iPhone fund? I accept donation in cash and/or credit card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-2105390250685923114?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/2105390250685923114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/december-faster-faster-come.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2105390250685923114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2105390250685923114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/11/december-faster-faster-come.html' title='December, faster faster come!'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-817630854943490065</id><published>2009-10-31T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:00:52.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Times'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween people! Ya ya, I know I don't celebrate Halloween, and most probably none of my local friends celebrate this festival. But, I just have this urge to wish everyone. This Saturday might be one of the few happiest Saturday in the past few months for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since months ago, I kinda hated Saturday thanks to my loving bro. Thanks to his laziness, I'm forced to work at the market as he refused to help my parents out. Being me, the "siu yeh" and I'm half a hygiene freak, I really didn't like going to the market. But of course, I knew I had to. Cause one family can not afford to have that many black sheep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for once in so many months, I woke up on Saturday... HAPPY!!! OMG!! How rare is this occasion? I felt like the world is finally going the way I want. Really.... Although I know this won't last long. Would most probably take him one week to be lazy again. But WTF right? Enjoy while I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once in a long time, I thought I could finally get a new phone. I don't mind if I had to pay for myself. I really really don't. But then, my dreams came to an end again. After trying hard to try to get myself a new hp, I failed badly. Trust me, don't ask me what reason did my dad give to just to stop me from buying a decent phone. The reasons are absurd. I practically had to turn off my listening button so that I would not scream "Don't be ridiculous!". But like what Optimus love to say, "Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing". My fate is out of my own hands. So once again, I shall be a second hand hp user again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't say things like "Go and buy yourself la!". It obviously didn't and won't work for me. He won't allow me to waste money to buy a decent phone cause there is extra second hand hp. Damn damn damn!! But hey!~ Look at the bright side! I need not to pay a single cent. Guess I should stop complaining la. Wait till I start working ba, then I'll decide what phone I'd want!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to today, it had been quite a great day. Least I know I'll have  a phone to use, my bro is finally doing something right, I've conned my sis into buying half a gallon of 31 for me, great meal at Zanmai, and bought some clothes. All in all, it's a great day. (Ignore the part where I complain bout the hp, this blog would be a happy blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-817630854943490065?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/817630854943490065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/817630854943490065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/817630854943490065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-2342698101816821824</id><published>2009-10-30T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:34:09.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;New and addictive song. Very inspiring too... I gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;ess people should all come clean, and make life simpler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Secrets, by One Republic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;need another story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Something to get off my chest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My life gets kinda boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Need something that I can confess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Til' all my sleeves are stained red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;From all the truth that I've said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Come by it honestly I swear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Thought you saw wink, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I've been on the brink, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Tell me what you want to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Something that were like those years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sick of all the insincere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This time, don't need another perfect line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Don't care if critics never jump in line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm gonna give all my secrets away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My god, amazing how we got this far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It's like we're chasing all those stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Who's driving shiny big black cars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And everyday I see the news &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;All the problems that we could solve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And when a situation rises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Just write it into an album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Singing straight, too cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I don't really like my flow, no, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Tell me what you want to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Something that were like those years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sick of all the insincere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This time, don't need another perfect line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Don't care if critics never jump in line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm gonna give all my secrets away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Oh, got no reason, got not shame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Got no family I can blame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Just don't let me disappear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'mma tell you everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So tell me what you want to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Something that were like those years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sick of all the insincere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This time, don't need another perfect line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Don't care if critics never jump in line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm gonna give all my secrets away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So tell me what you want to hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Something that were like those years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sick of all the insincere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So I'm gonna give all my secrets away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This time, don't need another perfect line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Don't care if critics never jump in line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm gonna give all my secrets away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;All my secrets away, All my secrets away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-2342698101816821824?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/2342698101816821824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/secrets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2342698101816821824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2342698101816821824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-5843048084032827477</id><published>2009-10-28T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:43:32.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days at home'/><title type='text'>Present and future</title><content type='html'>I think I'll give it a try with writing a poem. =P I know it's gonna sound stupid, but who cares right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm lost somewhere along the road,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;shall I pick a car, a plane, or a boat?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For I am in a great mess,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to hope for my future, what would be the best...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I knew I have lost my way,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;none could notice how I sway,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the path that I've taken,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;now it is shaken...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fear has gotten the best of me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;clouded what's in front of me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for it has made me indecisive,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and now I'm submissive...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Since I was toddler,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes or no it doesn't matter,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for my thoughts are considered minor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the one that would listen, is the boy in the mirror...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever heard me say no?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it's a yes, I haven't told you so,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's always easy to say yes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;because that's what people like best...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My friends would have heard those,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hearing my 'no', as my mind oppose,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;shall it be ignored,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or shall it be heard?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I thought you're a yes-man?" you would ask,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;have you given me a chance to pass?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could I say no, could I be bold?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For my true friends, it had been told...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have given in to many things,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for the future, not knowing what it brings,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I know a thing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like a song I'll surely sing...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where would the road end?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ahh, I know!" I would pretend,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;all I wanted was not to burden,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have given up the chance for the road to broaden...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have given in, once again,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;all of these to undo my sin,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had been unfilial, and ungrateful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to repent, I will be careful...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll not be Paris,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or be a menace,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to fulfill their dreams,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is all I should ever dream...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thus ending the thoughts of the selfish me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for a bigger picture, that's what it will be,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not to sound honorable or anything,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but happiness is what I shall bring...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this flow in my mind, but if I'm gonna continue writing, it will be a super duper long long long poem. Anyway I'm a noobie, so please don't criticize that much k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-5843048084032827477?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/5843048084032827477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/present-and-future.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5843048084032827477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/5843048084032827477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/present-and-future.html' title='Present and future'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-8389239299362513539</id><published>2009-10-24T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:58:00.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another crappy blog'/><title type='text'>The Sex-less Innkeeper</title><content type='html'>After watching HIMYM, I got inspired by their "The sex-less innkeeper" poem. Unfortunately, I am not as talented as them, so I'd go for lyrics instead. Modified from my favourite song, "Home" by Westlife, this song reflects how I felt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another summer day,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;has come and gone away,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in U.S.M,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's the end of the sem....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe surrounded by,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a few projects and I,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;still feel all alone,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna go home...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I've been keeping all the papers that Ray Mun wrote to me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;each one a line or two,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;type the report, and slides too...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I would send them back I know that it's just not enough,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my essay was short and sad,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and you deserve more than that....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another aeroplane, another machine day,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;unlucky I know,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I wanna go home,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I gotta go home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me go home~~~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm just too far, more that you are,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna come home....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's just I stepped outside when everything was going right,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I know just why no one can come along with me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is my bad dream, but mom always believed in me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another rainy day, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;has come and gone away,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in U.S.M,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's the end of the sem,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;End of the sem...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me go home,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've had run,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;reports, I'm done,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I gotta go home...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me go home,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it'll all be alright,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be home tonight,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm coming back home....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-8389239299362513539?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/8389239299362513539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex-less-innkeeper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8389239299362513539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/8389239299362513539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex-less-innkeeper.html' title='The Sex-less Innkeeper'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-3687450846453235151</id><published>2009-10-12T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:06:27.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit'/><title type='text'>Composite test</title><content type='html'>Yes, tonight I'm gonna sit for my composite test. I can not not blog about this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit that my life had been going up and down, with plenty of dramas around me happening. Things can't just stop at weird, it has to become weirder and weirder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, a promise is a promise I guess. I have not even been thinking nor can I actually remember. It's been too long since I actually cared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, yes, about my dear room mate. Ever since we stopped talking, I thought that's where all the problems would too. But obviously I was wrong. And if I'm not mistaken, he should think that I've been smearing his name one way or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, and seriously, definitely not in the mood to care. But so that you all know, those of you that read this blog or heard stories from me before, please remove all the stories from your head. I think I've just been accused of saying bad things about him. Although in my defense, I'm stating the facts. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay okay, don't wanna sway too far from my real motive today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if by one way or another that I may have said something which made you have bad impression on him, just take it as if I made it up. I don't want this problem to linger on. I have moved on, not sure about him, but I hope everyone else would too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so that you people do not get this message wrongly, I'm supposed that we aren't fighting nor are we angry at each other. We just don't talk, and our lives are parallel lines which would not cross. No need for peacemaker. (P/s: I still want nothing to do with him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live long and prosper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And good luck to me for my exam. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-3687450846453235151?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/3687450846453235151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/composite-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3687450846453235151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/3687450846453235151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/composite-test.html' title='Composite test'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4450535653862393918.post-2771135679176037864</id><published>2009-10-09T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:34:42.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Shit'/><title type='text'>I just wanna sleep!</title><content type='html'>They say sleep is essential. Yes, yes, yes!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wilson's word of reminder: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never ever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; skip too many days when you have 6 projects/assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or else... You will have sleepless nights. I was practically awake for 27 hours before I get my chance to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know... It's not like it's a big deal to not sleep one night. But I gotta say, I'm too old for this ****. And I really don't like to not sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My motivation to not sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Less than 48 hours to hand up an assignment which consist of designing, drawing, and a report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Feeling guilty for almost screwing all my members up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The existence of Redbull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me see... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday and Saturday: Matlab + GUI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday and Monday: Composite test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday: Machine Element Design test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving 1.5 weeks for the remaining 4 projects/assignments. And that is if I finished Matlab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should really catch a breath now before I'm not allowed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4450535653862393918-2771135679176037864?l=i-wil-c.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/feeds/2771135679176037864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-wanna-sleep.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2771135679176037864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4450535653862393918/posts/default/2771135679176037864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-wil-c.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-wanna-sleep.html' title='I just wanna sleep!'/><author><name>Mr. C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14453722818180928645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lm8-0AF0oek/SUphD31G4FI/AAAAAAAAAR8/whphZIic9Ac/S220/12122008454.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
