<?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-8230055857926496012</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:36:33.133-07:00</updated><category term='scout'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='JOTA'/><category term='Life'/><category term='music'/><category term='sick'/><category term='gadget'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Emotion'/><category term='Picture Editing'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='festival'/><title type='text'>flauken.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-1345911505292929843</id><published>2008-02-22T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T03:09:16.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>2-2-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;picture thanks to Yeeween the camerawoman and Evelyn Camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pic do the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update some pic on that day Pre-Hiking. I need to get my fat ass to jog. It's so damn tiring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2789.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the hiking. Exposure - 0.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02414.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02422.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeeween not in pic. She camerawoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02430.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;path to &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt; kerachut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02434.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some snapshot of the trail to Kerachut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02463.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they like to pose -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2795.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i also try to pose -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tiring.. i'm all wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02595.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think the next few pic about scenery de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02580.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;R.I.P  Jelly Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC02598.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2799.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2798.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2815.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2818.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we went back by speedboat. cuz so many of the girl kenot tahan de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2819.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2828.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2820.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pantai Kerachut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2806.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, this pic i find it very nice. Good camera skill *forget the name* sorry.&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/8230055857926496012-1345911505292929843?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/1345911505292929843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=1345911505292929843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1345911505292929843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1345911505292929843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-2-2008.html' title='2-2-2008'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-4909427440961704074</id><published>2008-02-02T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:47:25.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>This is the 2nd post for this year and it's already Februray. You know, i kinda lost interest in blogging or maybe i'm too busy until i can't update this blog. Ok now, I got few topic to post. But now now.. I'll do it tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-4909427440961704074?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/4909427440961704074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=4909427440961704074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/4909427440961704074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/4909427440961704074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2008/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-1459213023965737807</id><published>2008-01-15T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:18:28.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>I'm designing the layout have way and i don't have any idea on what to do so well, i know this layout look like "someone" blog but this should be temporary until i figure out how to edit the code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-1459213023965737807?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/1459213023965737807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=1459213023965737807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1459213023965737807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1459213023965737807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-8885649492620391119</id><published>2008-01-03T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T02:33:59.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to blog. So all i can say is that i'll update on what have i did in year 2007 and what my new year resolution will be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-8885649492620391119?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/8885649492620391119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=8885649492620391119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/8885649492620391119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/8885649492620391119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-1711913316801383314</id><published>2007-12-24T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T05:00:15.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Drunk Nite Party</title><content type='html'>Bringing you live, at Mr Tong House. You also can call it TongieClub@BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some simple blog on what i going to drink tonite with another 4-5 person only and what we saying that we going to finish this 2 bottle or not we won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/24122007374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/24122007374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/24122007383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/24122007383.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what my drink will be for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll update later after the drink if and only if i'm not drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-1711913316801383314?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/1711913316801383314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=1711913316801383314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1711913316801383314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1711913316801383314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve-drunk-nite-party.html' title='Christmas Eve Drunk Nite Party'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-6567254439743636566</id><published>2007-12-23T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T07:54:35.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scout'/><title type='text'>Rovers Party and Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Pictures courtesy of &lt;a href="http://j-tong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Jimmy Tong&lt;/a&gt; with his N82&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something new. We never did this kinda event to celebrate any festival before so i guess it's kinda fun also organizing a party with all of our scouts members and guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was basically in-charge of FOOD and ok, it kinda burden me because i need to wake up and go grocery shopping and prepare some food for the party.  And to add the spice, i woke up hangover in the morning because of last night clubbing which we, didn't drink that much. Imagine a bottle a liquor for 10 person, so just some small portion per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i can woke up in the morning and hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Woke up at 2 pm and rushing here and there for lunch and to get lunch for my maid -___- . then go over giant, because it's nearest to my house and did some grocery shopping for the sandwich WITHOUT butter, and also some simple food that my chairman ask me to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over at around 5.30 pm. They having meetings at 6.15 pm and i din't join in the meeting because i'm doing all the preparation for the night party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007288.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up the tables, my laptop and the speakers for the songs, the food preparation and the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007293.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That night moon was perfect for a nice party under the bright moonlight and well, it really so so nice on top of a HQ roof top and BBQ-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make it pot luck style because it show some kind of unity and we get to share foods. It nice though to see people bringing different food ranging from fried mee to spaghetti and also some junk food. I made the sandwich with my own hand and with my own recipe.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of it is, it's a christmas party and i forget to copy my christmas songs from my pc, so we're playing so R&amp;amp;B, House and Trance on roof top of the HQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to see my members and scout to really enjoy the party although it's something like bachelor party like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the ppl said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007295.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the whole party end at around 11 pm and we start to clear up the things. So many food left, so wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK. the end of the christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the other day, they telling me to organize Bowling Knockout competition and Paintball session among the rovers member, i think i'll try to organize and this is some activity we trying to organize so that the members among our rovers get to know each other better. It's pretty fun if u really have the heart to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my members and friends which is in the same rovers as me, didn't manage to come back and join the party, but i hope u all can make it in the next event organize by us. So please and please come and join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we'll bid farewell year 2007 together and welcome year 2008 with activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/22122007315.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah... eat it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-6567254439743636566?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/6567254439743636566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=6567254439743636566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/6567254439743636566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/6567254439743636566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/rovers-party-and-meeting.html' title='Rovers Party and Meeting'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-6442061445968574834</id><published>2007-12-22T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:03:55.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Busy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;* this is going to be a very long entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week was a very busy week for me. Planning, planning and also i started my class on Monday and it was so damn hectic for me. I have to find all the old notes and show it to the lecture. Yeah, what can i do?! I'm repeating the subjects and something kinda bother me is like those lecturer keep on mentioning about this is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a special case for me&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;s&gt;Damn&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt; Fuck&lt;/s&gt; *#@! those lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early on Monday, get ready for class at 9 am and i was kinda late because of those traffic jams here and there. I rush to the college and when i meet with the coordinator, she fucking told me that she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; now with all those registration and ask me to seat outside there alone. Of course i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; off and i just don't bother to wait her and i went to the cafeteria for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nvm nvm.. u coordinator ma, sure busy wan for the 1st day of college start again&lt;/span&gt;. So i was waiting until 11am for another class and this time that lecturer told me that he don't know the standard of the subject and ask me to get the notes and show it to him. FINE! i talk to him for another 1/2 hour and he asked me to come next week. Saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gooi&lt;/span&gt; when i come out from the staff room and we went Gurney Plaza for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch, he went back to class and i head down to New World Park to meet up with my forum friends from KL. Seriously, this the only few &lt;a href="http://www.kokorobox.net/"&gt;forum&lt;/a&gt; ppl tht i would meet up if they where at PG. I meet up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vinspire, Devince&lt;/span&gt; and another girl which i forgot her name. They are nice guys though, i was asking for their opinion on the web design thingy. They explain and well, thank u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog on the other 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thrusday, i get my hair cut again. I dont really like the previous hairstylist and it make my hair feel so so err.. err.. not nice. So i went back to the old hair stylist to get a new hair cut. The hairstylist ask me what kind of style for i want, so i was like, short and suit me. So he tell me something really make me blank for while, "likedat ar, ok lo.. I'll cut short and something would make u 'Chee Kek'. " I always trust that hairstylist to cut my hair, so i think for while and said, "ok, let c how chee kek it can be!" He start to cut and cut and i was like, errr.. is it to short?, but i trust him so, i just let him do it. After it's done, i pick up my specs and i look into the mirror and say, "OH FUCK! U cut till this short ar!" guess what he reply me," like this la chee kek" OMG, i never cut until this short for like 6 years. But ok la, i need to style up my hair i will look like a dumb ass. really short till like i can "kee siao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic1-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My phone camera suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/20122007212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/20122007212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New hair cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/20122007216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/20122007216.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/20122007218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/20122007218.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Excuse me for this pic. For fun only. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not grabbing my balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't wait till friday for the PROM. and oh ya, Tong pack his cloth and stay over at my place. Because i'm home alone. haha.. it's easier for me also la, i dont nid to go down all the way to BM to fetch him to the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, PROM day, we reach G Hotel at around 4 sumthing, because we scared of traffic jams and also we got nothing better to do, so why not just hang out at gurney plaza before the prom. Have our tea at Sega, then  Window shopping and then we have a drink at MCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the PROM and i'm boring in there. Reasons because we're i think oldest among all of them and we don't really mix with any of them. So well, it's confirm boring. The buffet food serve was, just ok, i don't aspect this kinda Food for a 5 star hotel. Ok, maybe i'm really a food criticizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/21122007261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/21122007261.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GP toilet. Before prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/21122007263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/21122007263.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G-Hotel toilet. ignore my dumb face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/21122007269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/21122007269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/21122007275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/21122007275.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ballroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something that i really would praise the organizer. You all plan a very interesting yet nice ice breaking for the event. That's something that i was kinda shock for. And also this event will stay a memory for all of you all who is classmates and also schoolmates. Nice job for u all which makes something like gathering for all of ur age ppl in a way that i would leave a memory. Although i'm bored at there, nothing suits me there, but well, a word is a word, i promise to support u all, means i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the prom, we went clubbing at GLO. Sigh, it disappoint me when i enter the club, so less people compare to last time which will full house on Friday and Saturday night. Open a bottle of Chivas, I and Tong have a shot of tequila. After that we head down to AC. Supposedly we're going to Vivo, but it's so late already so we didn't enter. MCD for supper and went home at 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long that i drink. So i was kinda hang over on the next day. I think the last time i went clubbing is 2-3 months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. This post is getting too long. The rovers party i'll update it tomolo in a new entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-6442061445968574834?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/6442061445968574834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=6442061445968574834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/6442061445968574834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/6442061445968574834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/busy-week.html' title='Busy Week'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-7220541785480309107</id><published>2007-12-19T01:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:06:00.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Editing'/><title type='text'>Graphic</title><content type='html'>Is this called graphics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/lightart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 326px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/lightart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm starting to like graphic design thing. swt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-7220541785480309107?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/7220541785480309107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=7220541785480309107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/7220541785480309107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/7220541785480309107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/graphic.html' title='Graphic'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-310937901099634315</id><published>2007-12-18T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T02:47:59.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><title type='text'>Christmas Layout.</title><content type='html'>I got my new christmas layout on this blog already. Haha.. The background look quite messy, so i'll work on it later on. This going to be a really short entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-310937901099634315?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/310937901099634315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=310937901099634315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/310937901099634315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/310937901099634315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-layout.html' title='Christmas Layout.'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-8411274012808730169</id><published>2007-12-15T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:12:34.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scout'/><title type='text'>Rover B &amp; C EndOfYear and Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Title say it all.. just a short entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. For all those people which is currently in Rover B &amp;amp; C, u peeps are invited to attend this party. But of course la, we never earn any money, so we'll make it pot luck style. Reason, because we can get more variety and choices of food. And Of course, well, be making be preparing some simple food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in charge of the food section, so if anyone don't understand or got anything, find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning something like a Christmas Pot Luck party and some present exchange thingy. But since the response not really good, with all people giving me all sort of excuses. This is end of year program and also we have our next year planning out. This shall be a simple ice breaking and celebrating on all of you all co-operation in year 2007 activities. Reason for ice breaking is that, new member can communicate with each other and this will make the whole process of planning activity more easy and smooth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-8411274012808730169?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/8411274012808730169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=8411274012808730169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/8411274012808730169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/8411274012808730169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/rover-b-c-endofyear-and-christmas-party.html' title='Rover B &amp; C EndOfYear and Christmas Party'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-1645145058683851271</id><published>2007-12-14T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:13:05.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><title type='text'>Life so sucks</title><content type='html'>Life so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nowadays. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;real sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &gt;.&lt;'  Got my result today. Yeah, my final sem final papers result. It turn out to be more better than i predict. Although, i don get As, but i think it's kinda good result for me. But the point is, i won't be joining others in the coming January Graduation Ceremony. I need to stay for another Sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i need to repeat 3 more papers. And i talk to the lecturer today, and they gave me some 'special case' remarks where i'll be just 1 on 1 with my lecturers for the whole sem. Can u imagine the stress that i going to face?! sigh. One subject will only takes 2 hours per week which means if everything can be adjusted to one day class then i'll be fucking free for the rest of the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with that, but it seems that i'm wasting half year for this. Why don't i study better and i will be on my way to other country now. Sigh again.. I'm kinda depressed nowadays. Too many things that i need to make decision with. So many things that eventually my hair is almost 100% white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tense &lt;/span&gt;nowadays. I need to finish my R&amp;amp;D fast. I need to decide on where to study next. I need to decide on what to continue next. I need to decide whether to continue Comp Science or Major in Data Comm &amp;amp; Networking or I'll go for Computer Security. What Uni i should go. Which country that i can afford with. sucks. so sucks. That's only about studies. There are even more personal things that i need to sort out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to predict something. For example, it's very hard to predict some people thinking, it so damn hard to really understand something, it's so freaking hard to do something which u always dream of. It's also so fucking hard to know's what that some people thinks of. I one times, they become close to you, but in the mean time, they tends to ignore you. What the hell?! sigh. If this all continue on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i guess my hair will turn white, I'll be a real Santa on this coming Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; After turning white 100% then it'll drop of one by one and by that time, I shall see thee, oh god. sigh sigh sigh. I hate myself, i fucking hate myself. why do i need to suffer like this where other people tends to be happy with their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know?! I'm kinda depressed. why on earth i can't find someone that i truly love?! i'm not a playboy nor a person who take other people daugthers for bedtime story. but y i need to suffer all the loneliness by myself. sigh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to type anymore. It's just so sucks. I need time to really sit down and sort of all my things. I really don't know.. what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas plans changes again. I'll be hanging at tong's place this coming Christmas eve. My 21st of December plan canceled due to some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-1645145058683851271?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/1645145058683851271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=1645145058683851271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1645145058683851271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1645145058683851271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-so-sucks.html' title='Life so sucks'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-2754389203887563380</id><published>2007-12-13T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:28:50.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>My New Future.</title><content type='html'>I got really brainwashed recently by my parents. They keep on telling me that it's more better for me to manage my own business  and that i can't take the suffer to work for people. I might agree with that as owning your own business is always the best. The most successful people in this world are mostly businessmen. So guess i would just follow what they been telling me. Around last year, my dad bought up a web design company for me to venture in. But, i was in college that time so i don't put 100% effort in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been since a year and i dun really care about it, because it's not the time i really wan to put any effort in business. I was thinking of freelancing at 1st. But since i'm kinda busy, i didn't bother to sort the company back in order. So after a year of nothing, since i'm just working on web templates and so on. And also all my R&amp;amp;D thingy. I'm new in computer line, so all  i can is research and development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently, my dad keep on pushing me and i was like, let me finish and let me be ready to face this line. But after some deep thinking, i think let's give it a try, y not right? I got a business meeting today. I was kinda happy at 1st. My BIG project. It might make me earn arnd 4-5k as it's a very very big project. If from what i calculate and the market, the project cost arnd 9k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was of course happy at first. I went there with my father, and i kinda blank for while. I need to brush up my skill of communication with those businessman. I can't really answer their question. But in the end, i don't get the deal, the things he want it to be, i can't accomplished it. They wan a e-commerce site, which mean they wan a site something like eBay. so fuck. It just make me so sucks there. I just lost a almost 10k project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason i don't take up the project is that i don't want to make anyone lost trust for my company. I can't promise the client where i can't fulfill it. so well, this kinda site is still under my R&amp;amp;D project. So i guess, i really need to spent more time on it. Hopefully i can really step into this line without any problem blocking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I don't really know why, but i'm kinda depressed about it. Y can't i master web thingy? I think i need months to be prepare and face the market. Haha. Pray for my luck then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prove that I've been really working on my stuff. I got 2 laptop and a pc at my dad office for me to multi task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/13122007030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/13122007030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One for photoshop, one for dreamweaver and one for finding info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok. I'm tired already. No more bragging here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-2754389203887563380?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/2754389203887563380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=2754389203887563380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/2754389203887563380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/2754389203887563380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-future.html' title='My New Future.'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-2481375900464071091</id><published>2007-12-12T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:46:42.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>QB Shopping.</title><content type='html'>Ok, let start. &lt;a href="http://gooi-5626.blogspot.com"&gt;Gooi&lt;/a&gt; ask the other day to accompany and maybe shop for some cloths. So i was ok since i'm bored and since i got nothing better to do. I woke up late today, and the 1st thing i woke up, i drop Gooi a msg, asking him to call &lt;a href="http://j-tong.blogspot.com"&gt;Tong&lt;/a&gt; and only the previous night i told him about QB. So ok, i prepare myself and later on i went over to my dad office as they got things for me to collect from Pg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over at arnd 12 sumthing, pick up those document which i'm suppose to collect. Then i straight drive down to QB. While on the way finding for parking, i called Gooi but the GF answer and after some short conversation it cut off. I called Tong, he left another phone at home and i dunno what his new number is. So i guess they might be in there sumwhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked the car, and to my suprise, i show Gooi's car passing thru the lower deck of the parking. Wtf. He told me he's out at 12 and it took him 1 hour to reach QB? nvm. waited for them and later on move on for Brunch. Brunch at Pizza Hut. I got too much things to complain here and it make me feel like those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu-kohs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really sucks in serving food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the brunch, we walk around and just enter any shop, browse thru and if ngam then buy. If not just, walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice something, almost all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QB shops worker never entertain u at all&lt;/span&gt;. (except those branded shop). I enter a number of shop, browse thru and they just stand there talking. So sometimes when i found something which suits me, i'll rather walk off. Oh ya. Even the SEED worker where i'm looking thru the formal shirts, don't entertain me. I would call her, she take for me then walk off. Fuck u. If it's not because i like it and if it's not because i find it kinda cheap, i won't be buying tht shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if it's a tradition in QB that those workers are allowed to not to entertain customers. I i were the boss, i'll fire their ass off. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s : got a few pic. will upload when i receive frm Tong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-2481375900464071091?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/2481375900464071091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=2481375900464071091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/2481375900464071091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/2481375900464071091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/qb-shopping.html' title='QB Shopping.'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-5410601447098369308</id><published>2007-12-11T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:09:00.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Editing'/><title type='text'>Christmas Wallpaper</title><content type='html'>Sigh, i've been loving and can't really get bored of the photoshop. I've been creating and trying new brushes from few days ago after i successfully do my current blog banner which i don't think people will say it's nice. haha.. as long as i'm happy with it then i don't care. Who cares about what people going to say about it. But i do accept comment though. It's because i can learn more and more and master this fucking Graphic software and i won't need to beg &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do some design for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something i did for my wallpaper. Christmas Spirit in my soul u know, dun ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/christmas400px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 309px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/christmas400px.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yea, Liing! there's nothing much to learn from me le, just play with it and also those brushes. Hopefully i can really master all the function in there and i'll be freaking good.. wahahaha.. and oh ya.. hopefully this don't make me change my current line from Computer Science to Graphic Design later on. Who knows the future though. Maybe i can be a famous graphic designer which is known by a lot of people in the world. OK. I'm dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word PEOPLE is directly shoot to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MR JIMMY TONG&lt;/span&gt; Weng Ting. Lazy bum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-5410601447098369308?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/5410601447098369308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=5410601447098369308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5410601447098369308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5410601447098369308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-wallpaper.html' title='Christmas Wallpaper'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-1711735751745598370</id><published>2007-12-11T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:14:06.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Editing'/><title type='text'>Christmas Banner</title><content type='html'>Comment Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/christmas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/christmas-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Layout that i did about this coming festival. Merry Christmas. My this year Christmas is full of programs. Previous post i got post about this year Christmas events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started using photoshop recently but i really love this program le. Alot of things for me to do. I mean alot. All the brushes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-1711735751745598370?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/1711735751745598370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=1711735751745598370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1711735751745598370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1711735751745598370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-banner.html' title='Christmas Banner'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-5553502543433657472</id><published>2007-12-10T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T13:20:15.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Updates On Me</title><content type='html'>I just finish up the banner from photoshop. It might look simple but i feel it's better than the previous banner. I love this new banner, and i started to like Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i was thinking that i have enough of food tastings. I look back on my form 5 pic and compare with now, i gain alot of weight le.. I mean really alot. So i decided it's time to go on diet. I'm doing Skipping rope 100 times a day. Trying to control my eating and also my food. So let see if i would burn some fat at the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Christmas i would be free, real free. My family going to singapore for a week or more i think, i would be home alone which mean i would be partying alot. And also, there's alot of activities in the Christmas week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list all out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Dec - Prom de' Prestigious. (not sure if going or not, but to show our support, we paid for the place already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Dec - Rover B &amp;amp; C Christmas Pot Luck Party and Present Exchange. ( i take this very serious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Dec - lol. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt; turn older already. but still underage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Dec - party at my house. Simple and Drunk nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Dec - Hang over day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this coming christmas would be the most happening compare to the other years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off as it's already 5:19 AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-5553502543433657472?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/5553502543433657472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=5553502543433657472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5553502543433657472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5553502543433657472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/updates-on-me.html' title='Updates On Me'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-9115079487901177221</id><published>2007-12-09T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T13:08:05.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>Let me explain on why i would blog about this topic. There are few reason which really make me wanted to explain about this thing. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; to anyone who felt offended or if anyone which might be offended by this post, please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignore&lt;/span&gt; this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me explain what is the meaning of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;TRUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="me"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="pronset"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;–noun&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of a person or thing; confidence. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confident expectation of something&lt;/span&gt;; hope.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, when a person betray another person trust, it very hard for that person to gain back trust the another people gave him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Fuck it. I feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; to write about this but, i need to express out something. In love, when you betray a person trust, you'll be very hard to gain back the trust. One thing for sure, what the hell that is wrong with people nowadays? I'm really sad, too sad to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, but i felt disturded about girls. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME people&lt;/span&gt; told me that guys are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hateful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys always cheat girls. Guy never felt the hurt that the girl gone thru. Guys never really put the heart on the girl which they are dating. Guys never care about the girls. Guys tends to demand for what they have and in the end let the girls shallow all the hurt by herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this girl, i never said that guys are good but you need to know, not every single guy in this world is like that kind of person. Maybe never in your life you experience a nice guy, it because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR attitude&lt;/span&gt;, looking over those handsome guys and think they are you prince of your life. FUCK, i tell you, When you really got played by them, you'll know what it feel to simply fall in love for those handsome guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say that all the handsome guys are playboy or anything, but it just so not fair in this world that people do fall in love with those playboys and naughty guys although they know they will get hurt in the end of the day. I read so many blogs, there's on from the Co-founder of nuffnang, &lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/2007/11/hot-girls-always-go-for-ah-bengs.html"&gt;Timothy Tiah&lt;/a&gt;. He say that girl tends to be with AH BENG that those with a good career. but i feels it's 50-50 correct and wrong. I dunno la, but one thing i wan to tell that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEBODY&lt;/span&gt; that we guys also felt hurt when we got cheated by you ladies but we never show it out. Do you know that a guy also have feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of a relationship, people would say that the guys will walk happily away and the girls will end up crying none stop. But heck, when a guy really love that girls, he would also &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRY&lt;/span&gt; out all the sadness and follow up by making himself drunk to forget the unhappiness. Please, do really understand a person before u really making fools of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point. You trust your partner, and in the end she betray your trust and u found out. I just felt that, you don't want to be really that heartless until you need to play us, guys, like a dumb puppet which you might thing is fun. If we're to find out anything, it wont be that fun in the end. Come on, if you don't love us anymore, why don't you just break up with us, rather than you cheat outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that i'm tired with this all of questions. I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY REALLY tired of Love things, Love issues.&lt;/span&gt; I'm wondering, why in this world, gays existed. Think it this way, when you love that person so much, you would just do anything for her, i mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; but then when she just hurt you and dump you like that, what would you feel? you can't accept the facts and you turn yourself to guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with this world? Girls hate guys, keep on complaining that we're bad guys, always hurt them, and on the other hand, we guys would just say vice versa. Damn.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True love never exist in this world, i do believe it exist last time, but not after so many things gone through. Too many things that make me more in believing that there will never exists. NEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, there are just so many things that i regreted. I regret on how i treated my exs, on why they leave me and be with others, i regret on why am i like this, why i never have a stable relationship, i do anything for you, but in the end, i get nothing and i the one that will be crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends, alot of friend. I'm truly sad to hear any heart breaks story. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOME people&lt;/span&gt; tell me that they feel sad to hear that their friends broke up. But you know, i were the couple and when i found out this relationship never would work out, i would choose to let you go, better than i put in so much effort and in the end i got very very hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt; who told me you hate guys, please think out of the box. Think if you really love that person and that person really love you, would you be hurt? Think of your personalities, if nothing change, why would that guy treat you coldly? and If you were big enough to think of those handsome playboys, i would guarantee you, you'll get hurt in end and u start to fucking more hate guys. Think about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(btw, this concept also apply to guys)&lt;/span&gt;. You are big enough to judge this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't mean to hurt&lt;/span&gt; anyone here, especially the ladies, but i do want you all to know our guys feeling. We're never that heartless and easy as you all think about us. This purpose of post is to express out my long long time rants that been in my heart. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ignore&lt;/span&gt; this if you think that my point is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-9115079487901177221?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/9115079487901177221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=9115079487901177221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/9115079487901177221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/9115079487901177221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-6403755832953892254</id><published>2007-12-09T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:31:52.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Trip - Part 3</title><content type='html'>The next morning, if as plan we were suppose to check out at 7.30 in the morning and head up to genting. But since last night everyone was tired, so we decided to change the plan and and to check out at 10.30 but since last night we have our dose of milk, and -___- i woke up at 10.30 prepare everything and check out also arnd 12 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i drive down with 3 monkeys in my car and a lady. haha.. ok la.. driving up the hill is fun. We have our brunch at Goh Tong Jaya. Some restaurant there. The price kinda reasonable but the food sucks. After lunch we headed up to genting, dropping some at cable car station, since i got free cable car ride, so why wanna waste, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i almost reach Genting, with Mr.Paul ( because he's &lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;scared&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; phobia&lt;/span&gt; of height),  the mist was so thick, my visibility was like errr, 10 meter.. so i was so ' king cheong' as i 1st time drive up genting and also 1st time face this kinda situation. So, i just drive very damn slow and look at the road line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me around 15-20 min just to reach the First World Hotel car park. I got proof of the thick mist. So when we reach there, the weather so damn cold, even with all my fats around my body, i need to put up the jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach there around 2.30, still can't check in so we hang around the lobby and the park. Yeah, we camwhore there! hahaha... 1st time in my life we got nothing better to do until camwhoring around at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After check in the room, we took a nap, until around 8.30 pm. All of us tired, plus me, i'm damn tired, driving all the way up, and since i don't get enough sleep for the past few days. After the &lt;s&gt;short&lt;/s&gt; long nap, we walk around the place to find the suitable place for our dinner. We walk all the way up to Highland Hotel for our dinner, which is so tasteless and sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walk around again and enter the ghost house and Ripley's. The ghost house not scaring at all but the 3d effect is nice. We hang out at Starbuck for a while and i ordered Caramel Macchiato. I never knew that drink is so so so NICE. haha. After that, Gooi said we should tried to enter the Casino. I went to the room to change my shirt to a collar shirt and tried to enter. Surprisingly the guard didn't stop us, we went in like nobody business. And yeah, three of us enter, me, Foo and Gooi and three of us lose RM 50 each. But it's fun to have this experience in a Malaysia only legal place to gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to room and have our drink of the night. Absolute Vodka. This liquor is nice to drink in a cold place. Even the temperature drop till 10 celcius but we still feel warm. That bottle of liquor finish fast, it cause i'm the one mixing the liquor. wakaka. After that, everyone went back to their room and sleep.It's already 5am and we three monkeys (Me, Tong and Ping) got nothing to do, so we head down to the park and sit there in the 10 celsius cold, with just shirts, short and sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang there for like 1 hour and we snap snap pic there. The next morning, we woke up late again, woke up chun chun to check out after bath. After that lunch at Burger King and again, we tried casino, with the modal of Rm 80 from 8 people. Haha. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Ping only manage to enter the casino, the rest got checked by the guards. So, i and Ping sit down at the "Tai Sai" table and try our luck. Yeah, with the modal of RM 80, i manage to win RM 60 while Ping lose RM 50. haha. no luck for him i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 pm, we decided to leave genting and head home. Dinner break at Tapah R&amp;amp;R, eating KFC with the money Uncle Lim gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach home around 8.30, still 10 pm, went out kah teh with Gooi, Foo, Tong and Foo's GF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think end of the trip thing. I can't remember much though. Pictures will post it up in another post wit all pictures only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-6403755832953892254?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/6403755832953892254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=6403755832953892254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/6403755832953892254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/6403755832953892254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/trip-part-2.html' title='Trip - Part 3'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-3336981218969808859</id><published>2007-12-09T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T12:10:53.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Trip - Part 2 | pictures |</title><content type='html'>Since so many pic, so i put all the trip pic into part 2, where as part 3 will be the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/eye1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/eye1-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eye On Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pavilion-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pavilion-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pavilion Xmas Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/mist2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/mist2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Misty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/mist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/mist.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;proof!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhore -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/fren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/fren.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/fren2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/fren2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/tong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/tong.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;s-m-i-l-e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/fren3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/fren3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;speechless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/fren4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/fren4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drunk..&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://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/mist3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/mist3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 pm in the afternoon |misty|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/me1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Emo...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Background snap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/me2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-___-  snap again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enviroment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/tong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/tong2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Gay...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;christmas tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;nice view...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;emo---emo... dun cry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i own this, i'm proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/absolute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/absolute.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pic2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-3336981218969808859?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/3336981218969808859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=3336981218969808859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/3336981218969808859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/3336981218969808859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/trip-part-2-pictures.html' title='Trip - Part 2 | pictures |'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-1698883562959678549</id><published>2007-12-05T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:17:11.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Sad to be true</title><content type='html'>I consulted my course coordinator and i ask about my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt; subject in the 1st Sem. And the coordinator was like, did u fail? wtf? She checked the spreadsheet and say, " oh, my wrong, please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IGNORE&lt;/span&gt; the graduation letter, I'll re- confirm with you latest by Thursday" wtf.. it make me happy to receive that fucking letter, but now i might need to waste another 1 year at that college. sigh..I'm useless dumb now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas coming, no plan as where to celebrate it. &lt;s&gt;Parents  &lt;/s&gt;Family going to singapore to celebrate Xmas, but due to some reason, i didn't follow them there, so i will be having alot of freedom. Thinking of simple party at my place, but every time simple will turn out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;drunk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-1698883562959678549?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/1698883562959678549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=1698883562959678549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1698883562959678549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1698883562959678549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/sad-to-be-true.html' title='Sad to be true'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-7872333060226270174</id><published>2007-12-04T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:30:09.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Graduating Soon...</title><content type='html'>When i'm at KL holidaying, i receive this letter from the college of mine. Mix feeling when i open up the letter. I'm happy that i finally graduate from my Diploma but i kinda feel sad that this mean that i'll have tougher life soon. I have a few plan in my mind, to continue my study in Malaysia, or in Singapore or In Australia or In UK? I think i should sit down one day and think carefully. I can't bear to lose leave my friend here and went overseas. I mean, if i were to leave this country to study, i'll never come back to Malaysia. I wanted to study and build my career overseas. but nah, hopefully GOD give me a idea on what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2557copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2557copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy or sad?&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/8230055857926496012-7872333060226270174?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/7872333060226270174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=7872333060226270174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/7872333060226270174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/7872333060226270174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/graduating-soon.html' title='Graduating Soon...'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-4059275924464235158</id><published>2007-12-04T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:12:50.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Trip - Part 1</title><content type='html'>This is the second trip down to KL after the previous trip down to KL to help Tong with the house thingy. Yeah, we plan this trip for like 3-4 month before and so well, everything work out as plan i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start our journey at around 5 am. I picked up HanPing and headed down to Tambun Indah. Meet up with them and headed down to Ipoh for Dim Sum before we continue the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/dimsum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 249px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/dimsum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/dimsum1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 365px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/dimsum1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They told me that this Restaurant serve nice dim sum, i do agree it serve nice dim sum but not all is nice, just some are nice and some if compare to what i have ever try, it's nicer than the one in the restaurant. This shop is located somewhere in the Ipoh Town area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the breakfast, continue the journey and stop by the Tapah R&amp;amp;R for some "business". swt.. haha.. i drove all the way down to KL as i'm not used to ppl driving the car of mine. Well, reach KL around 11 sumthing. Headed down to Sunway Lagoon, but well, the weather so damn hot and i'm not willing to get my skin burn. So we change the plan and walk around Sunway Pyramid. Have our lunch at Mr.Tenpayaki which is so sucks. Poor service, not fresh food and not nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pyramid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Snowman at Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/menping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 257px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/menping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked in the hotel around 3 pm and rest until 5 pm before we headed to One Utama to shop. But, sorry to say that i don't find anything that makes me feel like buying over there. Not enough cash with me, credit card spoilt  so means no money to buy the things there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Chillis, all i can say, nice food, big portion and reasonable price. Really worth the price. Hang around One Utama until around 11 pm before we go back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we woke up at around 11 am, and went out at around 12 pm. Had our lunch nearby PJ Hilton. I dont know what is that place called. The food there is nicer than every single KL hawker food that i've tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we head down to Sungei Wang Plaza. Trying to shop there but nothing make me interested to buy them also. So i ended up didn't buy anything and we went to Low Yat Plaza. I was planning to buy a Logitech webcam, but what can do, out of stock so i got no mood to ask other shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/sushi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tea snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pavilion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/pavilion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pavilion in Christmas Spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; After that, Pavilion again and also we headed to J.Co Donuts again. haha. Total donuts we bought this time is 4 1/2 dozen of donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the whole evening there before we proceed to Eye On Malaysia. Guess what?! i still remember the road on how to go there. haha. Took photo there and give the ride a shot. Nothing special though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/eye3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/eye3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/eye4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/eye4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/eye1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/eye1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/eye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/eye2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our dinner at PJ some mamak stall which is famous for the Nasi Lemak Ayam Goreng. It's almost 12 am when we have our dinner and supper. haha. After that went back to hotel and sleep. And oh ya, as usual, before we sleep, we have our dose of "milk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update part 2 other time, as i'm tired already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, picture of my christmas tree. Decoration done by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/christmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be continue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2 coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-4059275924464235158?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/4059275924464235158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=4059275924464235158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/4059275924464235158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/4059275924464235158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/trip-part-1.html' title='Trip - Part 1'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-1580523076893427466</id><published>2007-12-01T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T08:49:07.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I'm back from KL - Genting Trip. I'm so damn tired right now, so i'll update later when i'm free. The trip, erm, ok la.. fun and exciting. The most interesting is it's kinda a reunion trip for us friend to go out for holiday together. After our last 3 years holiday after SPM at Langkawi Island. ( Alcohol and Tobacco Abuse ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-1580523076893427466?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/1580523076893427466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=1580523076893427466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1580523076893427466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1580523076893427466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-5376745555020192017</id><published>2007-11-27T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T08:50:12.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Holiday &amp; Shopping.</title><content type='html'>Recently i very lazy to update this blog le. Damn tired each day or i got no time to update. But I'm going KL- Genting tomorrow. yeah. 2nd trip in this month. I got lot of things to update. I think after my trip down to KL then i only blog la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao. Time to sleep as i need to drive tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-5376745555020192017?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/5376745555020192017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=5376745555020192017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5376745555020192017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5376745555020192017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday-shopping.html' title='Holiday &amp; Shopping.'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-8210860175400576624</id><published>2007-11-18T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:37:36.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Editing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><title type='text'>Sunday Frenzy</title><content type='html'>I actually got nothing better to do, so i decide to install Photoshop CS3 extended version. Well, i admit, i don't like photoshop at first, that because i really lazy to use my mind to do the editing. But since today i got nothing better to do and i've been at the garden taking picture of my mom's Orchid. wtf. Yeah, i'm really that nothing better to do so well, i took alot of those pic with different setting of camera. I'm noob at photoshop, first time user, as i more prefer Corel Draw before this, but photoshop really a nice program though. Some simple work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/rosecopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/rosecopy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mom's rose plant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wrote the words on the picture because when i'm editing the word on the pic, i'm listening to Arvil Lavigne - When you're gone. And i turn emotional. wtf. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/flaukenblogspot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/flaukenblogspot.png" alt="" border="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another simple work. I never knew it's so damn easy to do this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-8210860175400576624?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/8210860175400576624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=8210860175400576624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/8210860175400576624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/8210860175400576624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/sunday-frenzy.html' title='Sunday Frenzy'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-5775950531038296971</id><published>2007-11-17T11:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:37:36.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, MOM..</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's my Mom birthday yesterday. I'm again, lazy to edit the pic and upload it up to the photobucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happie Birthday, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surprisingly, this year my dad "sek chou". Haha.. he called up my bro and tell him to ask the maid not to cook. We're going out for dinner. Hahaha. and of course la, he pay for it. Went to Autocity 23 Takehana for dinner. I suggest that shop because they can't make up their mind to where to eat. sigh. Actually, that the shop that i haven't tried at auto city other than Tao Cuisine. So i can say, i tested all the shop at autocity except Tao Cuisine and Amandari ( See the name also no mood wan try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:p comment on the food, actually compare to others, the food there are not really nice. If to compare to Isshin, the food there is more nice than at Takehana. But the price very different. I order a set of i dunno what the name already, consist of sashimi, chicken and etc etc.. I more prefer isshin. They serve more nice and authentic Japanese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. No more comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" again.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i found this kinda errr.. u know... "art".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penang bridge with Hello Kitty.. lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-5775950531038296971?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/5775950531038296971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=5775950531038296971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5775950531038296971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5775950531038296971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, MOM..'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-1334067742538501183</id><published>2007-11-17T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:23:53.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>KL Trip - Day 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>Recently i'm kinda lazy to do anything. yes, even blog. swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 of the trip nothing much to blog. We woke up late on day 2. It's because we slept at around 3 am. I can't really remember the time. Because i was kinda tipsy at that time and the night before i'm really tired. After long hours of driving, didn't sleep well night before and also under influence of alcohol. We drink 2 big bottle during the dinner with Franz and after supper we drink another Bottle. so well, i just feel so damn sleepy and sleep like nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch, err...i mean brunch at arnd 2 pm if not mistaken. After that we waited at the coffee shop for &lt;a href="http://sohai-kanni.blogspot.com/"&gt;kanni&lt;/a&gt; to go home and changed. Waited kinda long though, dunno what he do until need that long to change his cloth. U girl mer? need make-up mer? if u girl then i understand la. but wtf.. u got "small didi" wan u know. Ok. We eventually kinda force him to go with us because we don't really know the road to go town area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the way, someone pop up in my mind, and i was like, "oh ya, Yong live somewhere here only what?" I call him, surprisingly he didn't pick up my 1st call. so i call again as i assume he hasn't wake up yet. He answer my call anyway. And i was like, "OI, we at KL. Genting Klang now!." but you know what he replied me ar? "Don't lie la.. Not funny!" and to  make him belief me, i eventually told him all the landmark nearby me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some phone conversation, he told us to pick him up as he want to join us to Sungei Wang Plaza. Ok lo. Went to his condo, but wtf. He told me he wanted to bath and ask me to go up to his place. And he live on the last floor of the condo. so damn high. My knee also shake when i look down from there. Online at his place for while as i wait for him to bath and make up. swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sungei Wang parking. Look at Kanni shirt. Mickey! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, our GPS, kanni, guide our driver to Sungei Wang Plaza. I'm trying to remember the road to go there. Reach there at around 3.30 if not mistaken. KL road not jam. Unbelievable. Ok. Walk around Sungei Wang and trying to find the shop that sell the thing that Gooi finding for it. But when found the shop, he kinda pai seh wanna enter. wtf. We walk around and i was like, hey.. Yong say he din eat yet. haha.. so we headed to the foodcourt. After that i told them, no matter what i wan go Starhill Gallery. Website show till so nice. Wanna have a look. But fuck, i swear i never will enter the place unless i'm rich. The place like so damn high class, even i can't find anyone at the lounge that smoke cig, all smoke cigar. It tense us, so we head out of the shop. Saw LV there. but no one dare to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those rich people place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went across the road as Pavilion KL was located. Almost got killed by a TAXI. Fuck the driver. It's zebra crossing and we just cross the road but the damn TAXI never even wanted to stop but i think he press more oil and it almost hit us. We are like, "Fuck! Run!" damn that fucker. 1st impression towards the shopping mall is like, "chech.. TV show until so big, manatau so small" and we eventually went to the top floor and took pic of the main entrance. But fuck, when we're looking at the directory, i just like, fuck.. we're in the center wing, got left and right wing summore. Yeah, it's damn big and full of All those branded shop concept store. Like for say Espirit, they eventually use up to 3 floor for their shop, range from kids to golf outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found J.CO Donuts and Coffee at the directory and i get over excited over it. It's their 1st outlet in Malaysia ok. We walk every single floor and it's like, oh wow! but no money.. haha.. After a few hours walking around the mall, we headed to J.CO donuts and saw a long queue lining up just to buy the donut. At 1st i dowan line up so long, but my heart tell me, line up u fucker, it's their only outlet in malaysia. I line up with tong while others walk around the mall. Hmm.. i think we line up like for 30 min just to buy donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so damn delicious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The donut really very very nice. After the long hour at Pavilion, we headed back to the car. Kinda long distance walk, my leg pain le. On the way back to Wangsa Maju, where ah boy stay, they decided to eat dinner at some restaurant.( "Choo Char"). Btw, kanni brought us around the area where u can see alot of lenglui. haha. ok. reach the restaurant. Ordered 5 dishes plus a soup. The food there, hmmm.. ok la.. not bad.. but the price is not worth the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at Ah Boi staring at the fish head. swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner, headed back to Ah boy place to bath and rest while we decide where to go later. After all, we didn't go anywhere but we walk down to the nearby 7-11 again. Bought some water there and again our "milk". swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;milk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tong, with his sohai face trying to be a model for N80i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the milk session, we headed for supper at i forget what the place call de. Compare to the Nasi Lemak Ayam with the previous i had wan le, hmm.. this want not that nice. After the supper, we sent Yong back and i online at Boy place for while before sleep at 4 am. Early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of course we clear the room for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3rd day, as usual woke up late. This time woke up at 12 something then just laze around in the room, have our energy stick and just start to bath at around 1 something. Pack our thing and we had our lunch at Genting Klang. I think by the time we eat also around 3 pm already. After that sent Boy back to his place and  we headed down to PJ to pick up  Tong's PC. Then we headed to the Highway to go home. But swt, we just enter the highway and something that we don't want happen. Tong's car skid and almost have his front part of the car gone. wtf. Dowan slow down la when it's raining. But lucky for us, the back part only hit the guard rails. Damage on the back part. We're so damn kin cheong. stand beside the highway for like 15 min then i continue the driving until Tapah. Stop by to rest and continue our journey back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wet road and damage. Luckily no one injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I called up Yew Kong to ask if he's free. We drop by Ipoh for dinner and i will never forget the Taiwan Sausage you ordered and force us to eat it. And thanks for the extra big " Siut Char" you ordered. I will never forget i tell you. Reach home around 11.30 pm and unpack and online. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for the trip. Sorry for the late update. Too lazy to get my ass to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/blog10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"rubber" - Will be back soon, KL -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I will be going to KL on end of this month. This time is for holiday and shopping trip. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-1334067742538501183?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/1334067742538501183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=1334067742538501183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1334067742538501183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/1334067742538501183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/kl-trip-day-2-3.html' title='KL Trip - Day 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-709843597525323543</id><published>2007-11-14T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T04:33:26.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>KL Trip - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Last friday,  Me and Gooi accompany Tong down to KL. We drove down. I start to drive,  after they fetch me from my house and later on we stop by my house there wan field to talk for while and only continue our journey. Wasn't speeding at all. Drove at 110 kmh. swt.. i was thinking to speed down wan since it's early in the morning but then the owner of the car say drive at the limit. We stop by Bukit Merah for Nasi Lemak and Teh Tarik. haha.. breakfast at 6 am. swt. After that we talk and then do some small business and continue on the journey. I drove until Tapah R&amp;amp;R and Tong continue the driving while me and Gooi start to talk alot of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/onthewaytokl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/onthewaytokl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We stop there for toilet then i spotted Dunkin' Donuts. I straight head for the shop but too bad the donut not yet arrange. Actually i never try the donut before so i make the decision to buy and try and see how it taste like. Another reason is because we eat early in the morning and sked we are hungry later. So i pick up 6 donut for us to eat when we're hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/dunkindonuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/dunkindonuts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donuts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/tapahrnr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/tapahrnr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sohai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we continue our journey and reach PJ at arnd 11 am. Straight head to tong old home to pack up things and we stack up the thing in the car and wtf, we need to wait for the new house leader to be free at 12 pm. fuck. We're hungry, the weather so hot, i need to bath. Nvm. Tong bring us to eat. I and Gooi dunno what to eat, and Tong told us the prawn mee is nice. Fuck. The prawn mee not so nice, i mean, if any of those nice Penang Hokkien mee where to open at KL, i can say that the business would be very good. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We unload the car and went to the old house again to take the left over things. After unload, we take our bath and i called Ah Boi (Dwayne) to ask if his free to join us. But wtf, guess what, he eventually need to past 19 station of lrt to reach the station that we will pick him up. swt.. since nth to do there, we stop by a field and play with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/nbtd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/nbtd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why we camwhore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/nbtd1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/nbtd1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another camwhore pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We waited for almost 1 hour there and i got a call from ah boi to pick him up. Drove down to the the Taman Bahagia lrt station to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Headed down to One Utama shopping centre since my friend, Gooi finding for a shop that sell, something with the codename VB. swt. We walk the entire 1-U but we couldn't find the shop, my leg so damn pain and i really got frustrated finding for that fucking shop. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/burgerking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/burgerking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teatime here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet up &lt;a href="http://vegaheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;FRANZ&lt;/a&gt; for dinner at dunno where wan restaurant. There aji-no-moto they use to cook the fucking dish is so damn alot until we can taste it out. Fuck the price ok la. After that head back Tong place to get our bags and later on we headed down to Ah Boi place. Overnight at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/franz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/franz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chef Franz the gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reach his place around 10 sumthing. I gotta confess your house mate are hot. haha.. swt. We took our bath and rest for while before we go for supper and BRJ Wangsa Maju. After the supper, we drop by 7-11 for some midnight milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/beer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/beer1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our midnight milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went back with the "milk" and when i explore ah boi's room, i found BoiBoy. Haha. Reason i name it that because its ah boi's boy. lol. ok, maybe we we're kinda tipsy that time. And i know, Tong blog posted me with BoiBoy sleeping. I took the pic because for the sake of Tong ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/boyboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/boyboy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoiBoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more soon. I'm lazy to update my blog recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8230055857926496012-709843597525323543?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/709843597525323543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=709843597525323543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/709843597525323543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/709843597525323543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/kl-trip-day-1.html' title='KL Trip - Day 1'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-8400944195691433489</id><published>2007-11-13T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:25:52.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>12 November 2007 - I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm back from KL trip or can say me and &lt;a href="http://gooi-5626.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gooi &lt;/a&gt;accompany &lt;a href="http://j-tong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tong&lt;/a&gt; to KL to help him move to his new rental room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update later. i lazy wanna blog now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-8400944195691433489?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/8400944195691433489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=8400944195691433489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/8400944195691433489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/8400944195691433489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/12-november-2007-im-back.html' title='12 November 2007 - I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-376791794186134102</id><published>2007-11-08T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:50:17.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Deepaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to those indian celebrating them. Today, got invited by a indian friend of mine, HariHara, to his house for lunch. Went there with Mr. Gooi. They serve us home cook indian cuisine. Wow! it's nice ler.. really nice. Tell your mom, Hari! haha. ok la.. just some simple lunch then talk talk then after that went to Old Town. Sit there talk for while then went home.. swt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i sleep like nobody business.. haha.. tired le.. swt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, DOTA again. I'm so lifeless.. swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMOLO going to KL, reason: cause nothing better to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-376791794186134102?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/376791794186134102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=376791794186134102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/376791794186134102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/376791794186134102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy Deepavali~'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-5654791751705266366</id><published>2007-11-07T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:42:03.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><title type='text'>Air Supply - Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nK6bNt3nli/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nK6bNt3nli/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't forget this evening&lt;br /&gt;Or your face as you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way the story goes&lt;br /&gt;You always smile but in you eyes your sorrow shows&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I had you there but then I let you go&lt;br /&gt;And now its only fair that I should let you know&lt;br /&gt;What you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I can't live if living is without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't give, I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;Can't live if living is without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't give, I can't give anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't forget this evening&lt;br /&gt;Or your face as you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just the way the story goes&lt;br /&gt;You always smile but in you eyes your sorrow shows&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some song that i so like it, until i can listen to it almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I think of all my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;When I had you there but then I let you go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt; don't ask my why i been posting something kinda emotional over the last few post. I just feel like to post it.. That's all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-5654791751705266366?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/5654791751705266366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=5654791751705266366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5654791751705266366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5654791751705266366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/air-supply-without-you.html' title='Air Supply - Without You'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-8648688408722446882</id><published>2007-11-06T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:49:57.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><title type='text'>Part 2 - Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This will be just some thing that i miss out from the previous post. Well, this and the previous post is just some of my opinion which if did come out to be someone's situation or etc, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flauken.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; would like to apologize to the people that felt hurt or insulted by my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let just start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What is LOVE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; as define by oxford dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a profoundly tender, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;passionate affection&lt;/span&gt; for another person. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a feeling of warm personal attachment&lt;/span&gt; or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sexual passion&lt;/span&gt; or desire. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like): &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Would you like to see a movie, love? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a love affair; an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;intensely amorous incident&lt;/span&gt;; amour. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexual intercourse&lt;/span&gt;; copulation. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;(&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;initial capital letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;a personification of sexual affection, as Eros or Cupid. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;affectionate concern for the well-being of others: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;the love of one's neighbor. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;10.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;strong predilection, enthusiasm, or liking for anything: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;her love of books. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;11.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the object or thing so liked: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;The theater was her great love. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;12.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, or the reverent affection due from them to God. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;13.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Chiefly Tennis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;a score of zero; nothing. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;14.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a word formerly used in communications to represent the letter &lt;i&gt;L.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–verb (used with object)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;15.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to have love or affection&lt;/span&gt; for: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;All her pupils love her. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;16.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" valign="top"&gt;to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person). &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;17.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a strong liking for&lt;/span&gt;; take great pleasure in: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to love music. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;18.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to need or require; benefit greatly from: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Plants love sunlight. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;19.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;20.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" valign="top"&gt;to have sexual intercourse with.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source from &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's clearly define there from dictionary.com that love is something about feelings toward the person that you care and the person that u think it might be the one that you would rest the life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something that i don't get it at all. If a love word or if you would just say &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I LOVE YOU"&lt;/span&gt; for everynight to ur partner, would the partner feel cheated or would she care if you really love her as it would be like this in the heart." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;=.=", every night you say u love me?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If for the person that would be saying this everyday before your partner sleep, i tell u what, if it's for me, i would just hang up if people that i love want me to say "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;" every night. i would just say like this.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" If the words of mine can prove my love, then you must be something wrong. You're just being happy for my words, not my heart"&lt;/span&gt; come on, love are to be proven by the act, by the care that the guy/girl showers to you, by the soft touch that he/she gave you, by the feeling that he/she gave you, not by the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that been something i really wanna voice out, the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" I LOVE YOU FOREVER SWEETHEART "&lt;/span&gt;, FUCK, there are nothing in this world would be yours' forever, nothing that goes to heaven with you, what the hell are those people telling FOREVER in addition that the girls heart melts and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" oh romeo, I WILL LET YOU LOVE ME ETERNITY "&lt;/span&gt; this is such a fucking bullshit, if i were to hear this from a person i love, i would ask back, you can be with me maybe tomolo, but it doesn't mean that you would be with me for the day after tomolo. The word are just to make you smile, sweet mouth people can easily get a girl, but not a person that he love, a person that he would just play n dump!. Sometimes, action is more valuable than the word. Prove to your partner, not by saying sweet word. In my life, there is nothing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ETERNITY,&lt;/span&gt; no such thing, don't lie to yourself to make you happy. Yeah. I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; blog recently. She wrote there, " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;why not the guys suffer but always do the girls suffer on the end of a relationship?&lt;/span&gt; " (correct me if i write wrong), let me tell you what, in the end of a relationship, there are for sure either party will get hurt, it's either the guy or the gurl, but thing of this, what i can say, we guys do suffer a lot, i mean &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do love the person, and if the person you love choose not to be with you, think about it, there are no point for you to ask/beg him/her to return to you, no point. Forcing each other for the sake of your heart, will not make the relationship works, in the end, he/she will hate you more than everybody do. Y hate?! If a person like/ love you, he/she will never leave you, never if you are in other country or you are in space, he/she will continue to shower love to you, but if the person choose to leave you, then move on with your life, there are no point for you to be sad for that someone that been hurting you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people told me that they won't love anyone anymore. BUT this is just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;!, i did even told a lot of people that i would prefer to be single, but think of it, you was just lying around just because you can't accept the fact that he/she don't love you anymore. To prevent a hurt, think outside the box. It helps a lot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He/she don't love you anymore, break up with you and you choose to take your life hoping that he/she can get back to you?&lt;/span&gt; ok, this is some fucking shit that dumb ass people would do, real fucker will think of their self other then thinking out of the box. Ask yourself, why do he/she leave you in the 1st place?! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If he/she love you now, would he/she hurt you?&lt;/span&gt; no, he/she won't hurt you. If a person that you love hurt you, it'll just leave a scar in the heart, nothing more than that. I'm a person which been hurt, it took a lot of time for me to really wake up or climb out of that hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have a lot of experience in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;. If you do love him/her, cherish him/her, don't wait until it's too late for anything,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; NEVER&lt;/span&gt; regret for every single decision that you make, it would hurt you more.  I tell you, in this world if you really love someone, if he/she choose to take another road, let her/him go, you can still always stay alive.. always... It's so fucking hard to really understand someone you love, you need time to understand them, but when u get to know them, and he/she is not the type you are looking for, make a move, end the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" If you love someone, shower her with the love and care they need, prove to them rather then being saying " I LOVE YOU" every night, understand your partner"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, if he/she not your choice, make the move rather then in the end either one will get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is wrong with those people being sad with someone that don't deserve to be with them? swt. i really think what i should have said is said. This post might be offensive. i'm sorry if it hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"I love you more than any word can say ... I love you more than every action I take ... I'll be right here loving you till the end." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.. i think i crap too much. i ain't down, it just explode from my heart. Read it only. Don't keep in heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;- weiliang -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8230055857926496012-8648688408722446882?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/8648688408722446882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=8648688408722446882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/8648688408722446882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/8648688408722446882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/part-2-nightmare.html' title='Part 2 - Love'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-297412552416672335</id><published>2007-11-05T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:21:37.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotion'/><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Last night was terrible. Very terrible. We we suppose to be sitting at Ming Boon and were supposed to drink chinese tea, yeah we were there to drink chinese tea. But somehow Mr. Gooi have this idea to get our ass to Permatang Tinggi. Mr. Gooi went home change, and i proceed to that cafe/pub. swt. The reason we choose that cafe/pub is because i was kinda down, Gooi was down and Mr Tong just go there with us to accompany us. This cafe/pub will only play sad chinese song and well, u know, cheaper price, not really many people there so we can just go there and relax. Even the shop called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Relax Cafe/Pub&lt;/span&gt;. swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach arnd 10.45 pm like that and at 1st everything start nicely. swt. i don't even know they order so much of beer, yes beer. swt la.. the 2nd round, we're kinda nothing better to do, i ask for dice and we played some game, a friend of mine teach us wan. swt. 4 - 5 round and all started to get &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tipsy&lt;/span&gt;. swt. this because i got 4 glass on bottom's up in a row, 3 half glass and almost the same goes to Mr Tong and Mr Gooi. swt. guess how much we order or drank?! swt, we order 4 bucket, total of a carton of beer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;24 bottles of Tiger beer for just 3 person&lt;/span&gt;. Well, Mr. Gooi wasn't happy and when there are friend not happy, we will drink like nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 246px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/tiger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to talk rubbish, i remember i lecture Mr Gooi and advice him. yes, yes, i told him how to face the fact of life. swt. i was so tipsy that i keep on drinking another 2 bottle of beer and by that time i cant really take it anymore. swt. After all, Mr gooi collapse/drunk, Mr Tong half drunk/ can't drive and me, ok la.. still can walk and drive Mr. Gooi home. Mr Tong vomitted in the shop, yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me-sia-sui-kan&lt;/span&gt;.. swt. ok la.. we drive home, and on the way home, swt, police road block, they check for IC and License and talk some rubbish with the police. swt. haha.. but still manage to proceed on la.. swt. I drop Mr. Gooi home and stop by the road and vomit. i just cant take it anymore. ok, we drank too much and too excited to drink so much. NO more next time, wake up this morning so suffer. haihz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i gain from last night experience is not to drink so much and no more playing with those "drinking games". ok let start this point of the post. In a life, there are always trouble with a relationship. We as a guy always will do a lot of thing to make our love one happy, "if you really like/ love someone as a guy, you won't mind the person attitude, you won't mind the person background" quoted by Mr Gooi. yes i do have to agree this but there are always something that will bother you. If you were not to mind the person attitude and background, you go on, let me tell you, there will not be any good reason for you to move on with the relation. Unless the girl willing to change her attitude but still if u really like her, take what she is granted with. To my advice when you love the person, please to know more about her/ him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In me, i always put my friend 1st rather than my gf(if i have one la). We were friend for so many year and you as my partner, i just know you for few month or maybe years but one thing, tomolo i wake up, u can just leave me. Don't come fucking around if you can't accept the fact that  i put u second in my life.  One more thing, in a relationship, people always do like to argue for some simple thing. But you have to know something, when a couple argue, please don't rgue for the same thing over and over again for the sake of it. It might be a person ex, you must respect people's life, there are no point on going to argue over it.  Sometimes, we do always say that she (your ex) is a good people, but there are nothing that can change the fact that she is always or will always do be your ex-partner. Learn one thing in life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Learn to pick up and always learn to let go off the person if she choose to leave u"&lt;/span&gt; and wish her happiness with the other people. Sometimes when it's time for you to wake up, it mean time for u to really wake up and to learn more on the people. Don't always go over to people and keep on telling this and that nonsense. No point. really no point on doing it.  i do confess i'm in love, but there are just something bothering me now, i just wish it i would not love that someone and move on my life, but there are things that make me more into knowing her. swt. but just let how the thing flow.. i not really going to do anything about it. swt. okla, i have enuf to bullshit here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-297412552416672335?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/297412552416672335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=297412552416672335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/297412552416672335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/297412552416672335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-6210331284999933535</id><published>2007-11-02T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:12:53.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOTA'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I didn't update the blog for quite sometimes. Reason is because I'm just so lazy to type recently and more interest is dump into exploring the photoshop. I just dunno why i so happy and hardworking to play with photoshop recently. swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on the sick. I'm ok ade, recover from fever, sore throat, flu and cough. The doctor says it's some kind of infection but i just hate to see you anymore. I just so fucking hate to see you. haha. I hate doctors, this is because errr... dunno how to say, but i dun like them. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Med the Doctor gave me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days, ok la..i recover because of the med. so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;, Doctor for "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;healing&lt;/span&gt;" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently nothing much to blog, i've been so busy this week helping my parents with, office boy work. swt. Parents call to help, what can do right, how also must help, if nt get scolding from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/jota-dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/jota-dinner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to the JOTA dinner, as a treat for helping us in JOTA recently. Just some simple dinner for helpers and also committee. Hope you guys enjoy the food, no crabs and etc. swt. After dinner all of you went home, but i and 3 more people need to wash the plate you know?! haha. ok la, after dinner, usual place, chinese tea, talk and did some feedback with the committee. Sought out some of JOTA problem, then talk cock then bullshit and plans for next year activity. swt. oh ya, those organizing committee of Pom, opps, sorry is Prom DE' PRESTIGIOUS trying to make me go to their prom, swt, i'll think about it la. Dont say i don't wanna help you all. For more info, pls visit &lt;a href="http://slo-flo.blogspot.com/search/label/prom%20de%27prestigious"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;" God, help me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-6210331284999933535?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/6210331284999933535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=6210331284999933535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/6210331284999933535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/6210331284999933535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-215418506339369552</id><published>2007-10-28T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T01:14:53.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I'm sick...</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true, i fell sick. This time is confirm sick, swt. even with just the fan on, i feel so so cold. Don't ask me why i fell sick, i dun know why ok, it just happen for me to get warm and warmer and  when i wake up tis late morning i feel like a dead people. fine. don't wanna talk about tht anymore, guess swallow 2 more panadol then go sleep will make the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i did something embarrassing this morning. When i wake up this morning, it was already 11am, and without checking anything, i thought today is Monday where i suppose to go college and meet up with my lecturer. swt. I msg my lecturer telling him and i got a fever and ask for the date of the final exam. swt. After few hours, when i heard my parent talking and played those  old song, swt, then it suddenly came to my mine that today is Sunday, yes Sunday.. swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embarrass  myself early in the morning. The lecturer will start to question me tomolo when i meet him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-215418506339369552?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/215418506339369552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=215418506339369552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/215418506339369552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/215418506339369552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick...'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-692736068695412729</id><published>2007-10-27T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:12:31.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadget'/><title type='text'>Gadget</title><content type='html'>Basically i need a Digital Camera. I'm not so demanding so i just want Sony &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="proname"&gt;DSC-W35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                  &lt;span class="small01"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cyber-shot® Digital CameraDSC-W35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3a8__PqgZcc/RyNwYZw9gYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S9jOm7LM4N0/s1600-h/dsc-w35_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3a8__PqgZcc/RyNwYZw9gYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S9jOm7LM4N0/s320/dsc-w35_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126064365413171586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyber-Shot W35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;which cost arnd RM799.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i need this one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3a8__PqgZcc/RyNwpJw9gZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y2pzEs1dVZY/s1600-h/01_large20070905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3a8__PqgZcc/RyNwpJw9gZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y2pzEs1dVZY/s320/01_large20070905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126064653175980434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipod Nano 80gb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That want might cost me at least RM 1.5k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i need a new laptop with C2D processor and at least 3gb of ram, 250gb hdd. This might cost me arnd RM 5-6K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total i need to buy those new gadget cost arnd Rm 8k, which is impossible for me to fund it in a short while, so i'll go for the camera 1st then only the laptop and the optional gadget, Ipod Nano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="small01"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-692736068695412729?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/692736068695412729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=692736068695412729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/692736068695412729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/692736068695412729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/10/gadget.html' title='Gadget'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3a8__PqgZcc/RyNwYZw9gYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S9jOm7LM4N0/s72-c/dsc-w35_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-5987273496650842174</id><published>2007-10-27T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:41:38.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dream of the day</title><content type='html'>I fell in love with the moon tonight.. Haha.. dun ask me why but deep in my heart i was thinking this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a candle light dinner beside the beach, a nice jazz song playing in the background, a beautiful lady sitting opposite you, sipping a glass of red wine.  After dinner, you got up and ask the lady to dance under the bright and beautiful moonlight. Then when you in the mid of dancing, you kneel down and propose to the lady. haha.. how nice?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, i'm dreaming again. swt. but look at the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSCN2274.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at the moon. Picture thanks to Tong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OK, after being 2 siau kia on the road outside of his house, taking picture of the moon with different setting on the camera, i went in and pick up some stuff from his Laptop. Some program and the photos. After that hang arnd his house until, err, we decided to go to the Autocity MCD to hang out. I not suppose to go out tonight but i desperately need those program, so hell, i promise my parent to be back home early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling well, and i only feel that when i'm driving to MCD. With the air-cond still on, i can feel the heat in my body and yet i hang out at MCD until 11.30 where i just can't take it anymore. I drove home straight and now i'm here blogging. I hope i wont get sick, i got 2 more exam next week, which i cant afford to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swt. I'm so sick. God help me please! My whole body ache and i can't take it anymore. and yet i hate medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8230055857926496012-5987273496650842174?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/5987273496650842174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=5987273496650842174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5987273496650842174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/5987273496650842174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/10/dream-of-day.html' title='Dream of the day'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-50661264327101995</id><published>2007-10-27T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T03:41:27.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Swt.. I was out again last night (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;which i'm suppose/thinking to be at home to finish my blog design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;), but heck, i attend a wedding dinner, which i represent my dad to go there for the sake because he's our customer.ok swt! but what can do right, it just happen i need to go there, eat and go home. But on the way home, my friend call me, i parked my car somewhere and he fetch me to Autocity, yes, autocity again. Thrusday night, i was at SegaFredo for the sake of Mr Tong Invitation, but he left me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; there after 10.30 pm. ok swt. wtf. Last night, again, i got spotted by Mr Tong and the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;", wtf.. so got faith mer? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess where i go last night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/DSC00112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/snap0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/snap0027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was here last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to Vivo last night again. Wasn't feel like drinking so i didn't drink much there. It's until One something, i got a phone call from my mom which sound like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" WHERE ARE U? WHAT TIME ADE STILL DOWAN COME BACK?! U WANT PARTY TILL WHAT TIME ONLY WAN COME BACK?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, ok, my bad ok, i've been out almost every night and only come back at 3-4 am in the morning. This morning when i wake up, my mum scolded me, so i guess it's time to stay at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, tonight no more plan, phone haven't ring. haha.. guess no plan tonight and i'll just be at home tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-50661264327101995?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/50661264327101995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=50661264327101995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/50661264327101995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/50661264327101995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230055857926496012.post-7536111766032539156</id><published>2007-10-27T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T03:12:49.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New but old..</title><content type='html'>Ok, i'm very very lazy. It takes 3 days for me just to do a simple blog templates. but, wtf, i just do it for fun, who cares about the blog template anyway. Since i'm so "free" then i decided to look into those code. Haha.. I have this blog for quite sometimes and i think you'll ask me " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why it's blank and a brand new one, since you have this blog for quite sometimes?!&lt;/span&gt;" Let me explain, the blog i have last time is full of sad shit of mine, so i decided to delete the previous one and make a new one. With a new look and all the shit up, pray i'm hardworking enough to update it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230055857926496012-7536111766032539156?l=flauken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/feeds/7536111766032539156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230055857926496012&amp;postID=7536111766032539156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/7536111766032539156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230055857926496012/posts/default/7536111766032539156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flauken.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-but-old.html' title='New but old..'/><author><name>Flauken WL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16712730787750432918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b331/flauken/0010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
